Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2008 10:14:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman
Subject: Panty Town (transgender)
Panty Town
by Gingerfred Man
Chapter One -- Jamie
Jamie Sanders did not think he was a sissy. Growing up, he played with
trucks and showed his innate male aggression though soldiers games with the
other boys. He climbed trees and watched baseball with his Dad and brother.
Unfortunately, by the time he was in eighth grade, his parents were sure he
was a little pantywaist nancyboy. Especially his Mom. She was always
talking to him about feelings and clothes and hair and all that sissy
stuff.
Jamie's Mom was always telling him to "Let go of all that male baggage and
let yourself experience the joys of femininity. You'll be so much happier."
She was partly right. He did need to be a lot happier. He didn't really fit
in with the other kids in his class. But it wasn't because he was a sissy,
was it?
A couple of times when Dad was away on business trips, Mom had suggested
that he wear a pretty nightie. "You'll sleep so much better, Honey," she
said.
He always resisted until that one time, when Jamie gave in to the pressure.
Dad had taken Jamie's two-year-older brother Alec to some sports thing or
other out of town and Mom and Jamie were alone in the house. Mom showed
Jamie a frothy little pink negligee thing and Jamie fell in love with
it. He longed to wear it to bed, but couldn't tell Mom that he wanted
to. So he fought her and let her pressure him until, in mock exasperation,
he gave in. Did Mom know what he really wanted? Maybe. But she sure had a
smug look on her face as she told Jamie how beautiful he looked in pink.
Jamie had to agree. He stole little peeks at himself in the mirror and
liked what he saw. And the feelings! Oh. The cool material caressing his
pores. It made his little virgin willie all stiff and his ball bag very
sensitive to the tender scrapes of the delicate material against his
wrinkled flesh. Mom at least looked away, or pretended to, when it became
too much and his boy's cream spurted out and into the Kleenex that Mom had
placed in his hand before he put the gown on. "Just in case," she had told
him.
That sort of sealed Jamie's fate. And changed the Sanders' lives for good.
And for the better. Mom was sure from that moment on that Jamie was a
sissy. She didn't fault him for it. She didn't think there was anything
wrong with it. But accommodations would have to be made.
Jamie still wasn't sure he was a sissy. He liked wearing nighties. His
penis told him that. And the penis knows its mind. But that didn't make him
a sissy. Sissies liked boys and kissed them. Some sissies even <gasp>
sucked boys' big, hard thingees until their creamy loads leaped out. Jamie
could never do that. There were lots of other things sissies did to
pleasure their men, but Jamie didn't even want to think about those.
Maybe he was thought to be a sissy because of the contrast with his brother
Alec. Jamie was short, slim and girlish looking. So what? That didn't make
him a sissy. Alec was tall, muscular and very handsome. He was also a star
at every sport he played. But that didn't make Alec any more of a man.
Jamie couldn't even hold a baseball bat the right way. How could the
brothers be so different? One neighborhood rumor pointed to a very short,
unathletic, slim pizza deliveryman who served the Sanders' route some 15
years before. But how will we ever know?
They were different, but there was a strong, loving bond between the
brothers. Alec defended his brother from insults and attacks. And he
fretted about Jamie's inability to fit into a culture Alec and his ilk have
always dominated.
Jamie's brother Alec was a rarity. A teenage guy who was admired by guys
and adored by girls, but managed to keep his perspective. He wasn't
stuck-up. He didn't bully the less fortunate. He was kind and decent to
everyone. Alec's Dad had told him once that there are a lot of people for
whom high school was the high point of their lives. They ruled in high
school because they were the best looking or most athletic. But they
couldn't make a living from either. And people older than 21 or so often
value other qualities.
Alec had girlfriends and was not a virgin. A lot of girls wanted to get on
their backs and spread their legs for Alec. He did enjoy that. But girls'
BS often made the sex hardly a fair trade. He wasn't sure what he wanted,
but he was sure he would know it when he saw it.
He didn't have to wait long.
Chapter Two -- Traci
The only thing Traci Simmons ever wanted to be in life was a buttfucked
sissy. She wanted to wear the sissiest lingerie, walk in the sissiest
manner, wear sissy-short skirts, suck boys' big hard cocks and take those
cocks up her sissy ass.
It was good to have a clear ambition.
Traci started life as a boy (Yuck!), at least that was what some people
thought. Traci knew she was a girl from the time she was three and put on
her big sister Sharon's panties. Traci wasn't shy about her gender
orientation either. She told everyone she was a girl, much to her father's
dismay. Life was hard enough for Kyle Simmons as a single parent raising a
13-year-old "boy" and a 14-year-old girl. Traci's antics bewildered Kyle.
His mother couldn't tolerate the situation and ran off when Traci was
ten. Kyle loved his children too much to abandon them. But Traci certainly
was a challenge.
Traci was only able to wear sissy underwear under her boy clothes to
school, but at home, she always wore a full outfit of girls' pretty things.
Traci knew she had other strange feelings, but didn't know much about sex
until she was twelve and discovered a cache of books her Dad had stored
under some stuff in the garage. Sissy love must have run in the family
because Traci's Dad had a lot of books of with pictures of pretty, naked
ladies with big boobies and big, stiff cocks. Traci sensed kindredship with
the ladies and visited the she-male library quite frequently.
One book in particular fascinated her. It was a large-format comic book
entitled "Building Erections," published by a company called Spermco. Traci
could only open it with some difficulty because something dried and sticky
seemed to have attached the pages to each other.
"Building Erections" was a Rosetta Stone for Traci's life. It was a
beautifully drawn tale of a sexy 18 or 19-year-old "girl" who liked to
dress sexily and tease men. She passed by a job site one day and sexually
teased two brawny, hairy construction workers. Traci shivered as she
imagined what the men would do to the teasing girl. Then she found out.
They took her in a construction shed and fucked her. A lot.
But the girl in the comic was no ordinary female. She had a big clitty and
a pretty pink ball bag. Her titties were really only nipples, so some would
call her a crossdresser, but Traci knew the girl was all girl. All special
girl.
Traci ached to be that girl. She looked in rapt wonder as the men pulled
out their huge, hot cocks and made her pay for teasing them. One of the men
tongued her butt while she sucked a second's cock. The men didn't seem to
mind that she had a cock and balls. In fact, they seemed to really like
it. In one illustration, one man was sucking her balls, while the other was
kissing her and stroking her to a monster cum. The book was filled with big
cocks, spewing their sticky goo all over the special girl. And the girl's
clitty erupted plenty of times too.
Traci felt very funny in her tummy the first time she read the book and
instinctively tickled her sissy stick and tee tees. When she came to the
part where one man was fucking the girl in her ass while the girl was
cumming in another man's face, Traci clutched, jerked and spurted the first
cummies of her life. It worried Traci because she wasn't sure it was good
to spill your bodily fluids, but by the third gooey, shuddering, whimpering
orgasm, Traci knew she had to do what the girl in the book was doing.
Often.
FOR A FULL DESCRIPTION OF "BUILDING ERECTIONS," SEE THE SIDEBAR AT THE END
OF THIS STORY.
Jimmy Carlson was the first lucky winner. Traci didn't really have any
friends among the boys in school because they all figured she was gay.
Since gayness is known to be contagious, hanging around Traci would make
them gay. Or at least make then shunned by other "straight" boys.
Jimmy was a bit worried that gay spores would infect his body, but he was a
paperboy and the Simmons' were on his route. So one Saturday as he went to
collect for delivering the paper all week, he was a little worried when
Traci answered the door.
It wasn't the Traci, whom he knew as the ostracized Wilbur, from school.
This was a Traci with lipstick, a bit of blush and a pink barrette. It was
a Traci wearing a pretty blue dress, tan stockings and high-heeled blue
sandals.
Jimmy was startled. Was this how his "gay" schoolmate dressed around the
house? And Wilbur wasn't even ashamed to be seen in a dress! Wilbur sure
was pretty, Jimmy thought, then deleted that thought immediately. He was
going to get his money and leave.
"Hello, Jimmy," Traci said to her bug-eyed classmate. "Are you OK?"
Jimmy blinked, then cleared his throat. "Four dollars and fifty cents," he
croaked.
"Excuse me?" Traci said, even though she knew perfectly well what Jimmy
meant.
Jimmy stammered, "For the paper. This week. Daily and Sunday. Sunday is
more."
Traci smiled. She liked that Jimmy was babbling.
Despite his fears, Jimmy liked Traci's smile a lot. Involuntarily, he
smiled back.
Traci said, "My father and sister are out, but I think the money is in the
kitchen. Would you walk back with me to get it?"
Alone in the house! With this, this person! Jimmy was terrified. And his
cock was completely vertical.
Traci gave Jimmy another nova-like smile, then escorted him to the kitchen.
"I know it's around here somewhere," she said. "Oh. That's right. It's in
the bottom drawer."
Shamelessly, Traci bent over at the waist to open the drawer, giving Jimmy
an excellent view of her stocking tops, her warm, milky thighs, and her
pretty panties.
The greatest sight of his life mesmerized Jimmy. He gulped. Why was Wilbur
taking so long to find that money? Jimmy hoped "Wilbur" never found it. He
was panting and gasping in arousal.
"Oh, here it is," Traci said. "Oh, Jimmy, I'm so sorry. That wasn't very
ladylike to bend like that."
Then she giggled and said, "But, did you like what you saw?"
Jimmy considered lying and running out of the house screaming, but good
sense prevailed. Sheepishly, Jimmy nodded his assent. He did like what he
saw. A lot.
Traci pressed her advantage. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Gulp. Nod. "But you're a..."
"I know what I am, Jimmy. And I'm not one of those. Do boys have lips like
these?"
And she kissed the poor, overloaded, confused, sexually stimulated boy.
Something inside Jimmy surrendered and he kissed Traci back, embracing her
with his strong, young arms.
It was Traci's first kiss too and she adored the feelings it engendered.
Her little clitty was tenting her panties. Then she really got excited when
she felt Jimmy's stiffie rubbing against hers, through their clothes.
Mmmmmm. Jimmy was a naturally good kisser. And he had a slim, strong body.
Traci didn't want to scare Jimmy off, but she thought he would really enjoy
getting his cock sucked.
When she proposed it, she thought Jimmy would faint. She didn't want to
giggle, but she did. Then she dropped to her knees and unzipped Jimmy's
pants. He was trembling. She reassured him sweetly, then extracted his
pretty little monster from his white jockeys.
At last! Traci was holding a boy's hard, hot cock. Step one for the rest of
her life. She rubbed it all over, carefully inspecting it, then giving it
sweet little kisses. Jimmy moaned and told her she was beautiful. Nice boys
seem to have an instinct to give girls what they need, Traci thought.
Traci especially loved kissing Jimmy's balls. They were just beginning to
grow hair and the fuzz tickled Traci's nose. She gave each of them a nice,
slurpy bath. That did it for Jimmy. He quivered and grunted as three creamy
glops of sticky cream leaped from his stiff cock and adorned the delighted
face of the lovely Traci.
Traci was in heaven. She had licked a boy's cock and balls into a
tremendous cum!
Jimmy was in heaven.
Traci heard her father's car. She zipped Jimmy up, gave him a big cummy
kiss and his $4.50 and ran up the stairs to her room, leaving a stunned,
half-satisfied, confused Jimmy in her wake.
Chapter Three -- Angela
Angela Wilkins had led a strange life. For the first thirteen of her
fourteen years, she had been a boy named Adam. Then Dad married Sofia.
Sofia was not like most stepmothers. She didn't try to make Adam like
her. She didn't buy him ice cream and video games when she and Adam's dad
were dating.
Sofia dominated Adam from the first moment they met.
There were three good reasons for this.
First, Adam's Dad was completely, utterly cuntstruck by Sofia. Sofia did
sexual things for Stan Wilkins that Stan hadn't even dared to imagine.
Unlike Stan's late, first wife, Gloria, and 99.99999% of the world's women,
Sofia had no limits in the sack. She loved anal sex, being rimmed, sucking
cock, swallowing gallons of Stan's cum and giggling when Stan made cum all
over her face. To name some of the tamer stuff. As a result, Stan would run
through a mountain for her and her sweet pussy. And ass. And huge boobs.
Second, Adam was easily led. A nice boy with a gentle nature, he wanted to
please his father and his new stepmother. If a few things were
uncomfortable along the way, Adam was still willing to go along. Unless
they were really abominable. Then even Adam would become defiant.
Third, Sofia believed that men should be dominated. She had Stan completely
under her control because no sane man would give up what she was giving
him. It was clear to Sofia that Adam needed to be feminized.
Sofia began by insisting that Adam call her "Mommy." Not Sofia or Mom or
even Mama. It was embarrassing for a 13-year-old boy to call his mother or
stepmother Mommy. Sofia knew it.
Then she told Adam that he was an unruly boy who would have to learn some
manners and discipline. Adam turned to his Dad for help, but the scent of
Sofia's pussy had infiltrated Dad's brain and Sofia's word was law.
Adam resisted at first and Sofia administered some severe spankings. Naked
spankings, followed by standing naked in a corner for an hour. With a hot
ass. The worst part of the spankings was that Adam's little cock got very
stiff and agitated by them. Sofia would hike her skirts up "so that none of
your boyish mess will get on my clothes" and Adam's little peeny would rub
directly on Sofia's stockings. Sometimes <gasp> it would even rub on
Sofia's warm, bare thighs. Sofia was a very attractive and sexy woman and
little Adam was not immune to her charms.
One day, after a very hard spanking following a rare burst of open
defiance, Adam had suffered through a bewildering mix of pleasure and
pain. He hated the spanking but loved the rubbing of his cock against nylon
and warm, womanly flesh. Sofia was aware of his arousal and it dampened her
panties.
Sofia stood the naked Adam in front of her and asked him if he was sorry
for his defiance.
Adam wasn't sure about that, but he agreed anyway, sobbing very badly. "Oh
yes, Mommy," the young beauty said. "I'll never be bad again."
Sofia doubted that, but said, "I see the cause of your problem."
Adam wondered what she meant by that. Then she grabbed his stiff little
penis.
An electric shock ran through Adam and he began to tremble.
Sofia pressed her case, gripping the shaft with her hand and swirling
Adam's leaking goo around the cockhead with her manicured thumb. "It's this
unruly little boy's thing of yours. A young sissy like you needs to be
milked often to rid you of all that boy's cream that makes you aggressive
and angry."
Adam was no sissy, he thought, but now was not the time to question someone
about to "milk" you so deliciously.
"I think this could be your very last spanking if you let me lead you to a
life of pleasures beyond your imagining. Does that sound good, Angela?"
Angela? In one way, Adam didn't like the way this was going at all. But in
another way, a life of pleasures beyond his imagining sounded darned good.
Especially the way Mommy was doing that. Did she say she was going to do
this often?
Sensitive to the burning of his red bottom, Sofia patted it lovingly. Then
she licked the middle finger of her left hand and pushed it against Adam's
anal sphincter.
Adam gasped.
Sofia stepped up her skilled wanking and entered Adam's bottomhole with her
entire finger.
Adam panted and squealed softly.
Just like a sissy, Sofia thought. Then she told him how she would make sure
he had pleasure like this and much better every day of his life. Adam
whimpered, clutched his stomach, clamped his anal muscles on Sofia's finger
and spurted his virginal cream into Sofia's soft, warm hand.
At that moment, Sofia knew Adam was hers to command.
Sofia kissed Adam on the lips and handed him clothes to get dressed.
Turning her back to him, she licked his virgin emissions from her hand and
sighed deeply.
Adam said, "Excuse me, Mommy. But I think you gave me the wrong clothes.
These are girl's things."
"Oh no, Angela. Those are yours. From now on, I'm raising a sweet, pretty
girl, not an aggressive, nasty boy."
Adam saw the humiliations he would face. He saw no way to avoid them. But
he did not despair. His fiercely hard prick told him and Sofia that a part
of him, maybe the most important part, wanted to be Angela very much.
"Oh, look, Sweetie," Sofia said. "I think you need milking again. Let's
take care of that before you put your new, pretty panties on."
Angela stepped over to Mommy eagerly and offered her clitty to be milked.
Chapter Four -- More about Jamie
By the end of the school year before Jamie was to enter high school and
Alec was to begin his junior year, the Sanders family knew that Jamie was a
full-fledged sissy. Every day in eighth grade, except for gym on Thursday,
Jamie would wear his boy clothes to junior high, but always wore pretty
panties underneath. Most days, Jamie would also wear stockings, sometimes
with a garter belt, with boy's socks covering his little secrets. When he
got home, Jamie couldn't resist putting on a skirt and heels, fixing his
make-up and doing what he could with his longish hair. On weekends, Jamie
was in full en femme mode.
The Sanders family was very supportive, especially Alec, but they all knew
that the situation was volatile. Jamie lived in almost mortal dread of
discovery by his peers. He also lived in mortal dread of being denied
spending most if not all of his life as a girl.
Jamie was also very sexually aroused. And that threatened to make the whole
situation explode. Jamie found many of the boys in his class attractive.
But coming out to one would make his life a living hell. Not coming out was
also becoming a living hell.
What to do?
Two days before summer vacation began, Jamie was sunning himself by the
Sanders' private, backyard pool. He was wearing a pretty, electric blue
bikini that he did not fill out on top and bulged a bit in the bottom. But
it made him look very edible. Jamie hadn't had a boy haircut in over a year
and his blonde locks fell to his shoulders. He had made his face
beautifully and painted his toe- and fingernails in hot pink.
No one was home, so Jamie decided to give himself a little pleasure.
Sitting in a lounge chair, Jamie extracted his stiff girlie stick from his
bikini bottoms and stroked it lovingly. He closed his eyes and surrendered
to the sensations. What if it were one of the cute boys in his class doing
that? Kissing him and telling him he was beautiful? That would be
incredible. He felt the good stuff start to rumble in his tummy as he
tickled the gooey head just right. He was going to...
"Jamie? Is that you?"
Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh! Jamie's life was over. Maybe it was a bad dream.
That couldn't be Patrick Larson, the cutest boy in Jamie's class. It was
part of a really weird dream and if he just waited a minute... But it
wasn't a dream.
Patrick said, "I'm sorry for sneaking up on you. I just rode over on my
bike from my Dad's hardware store to deliver your Dad's order"
Patrick saw the sheer terror in Jamie's face and did two things. First he
said, "You're incredibly beautiful. Please don't worry. I would never tell
anyone about this in any way. I've always thought you were pretty. For a
boy, I mean. That is, if you want to be called a boy. Oh, heck!" And then
Patrick kissed Jamie's full, red lips.
Jamie climbed from the pit of despair to the peak of elation. He adored
being kissed by Patrick and almost fainted when Patrick took up Jamie's
task of manipulation to cosmic orgasm. And did it very well.
Jamie was whimpering with sexual torment when Patrick kissed and fondled
him to a creamy emission. With that sticky explosion, she gave up the last
vestiges of Jamie's male identity.
Jamie knew that she was more than a dress-up sissy. She was a sissygirl
supreme. Full time and ready to make the boys and men very happy.
The first boy she wanted to make happy was Patrick. Her eyes were moist
with love as she thanked Patrick for taking her onto the last step to
girlhood. Then she really thanked him.
"It's so hot, Patrick, and we're by the pool. Why don't you get naked?"
Patrick eagerly complied. Jamie gasped as she looked fully at her first
naked boy. He was beautiful! Pink, glowing, soft, boyish skin. Strong
limbs. A cute face. And the sauciest little set of pubic goodies. Jamie
asked Patrick to sit on the lounge chair as she got on her lovely knees.
She rubbed his cock all over with her delicate hands. Patrick winced in
heavenly agony. She hefted his balls in her fairy-like hands, kissing and
licking them until Patrick's cum leaped from his prick and doused Jamie's
giggling face. Jamie kissed and licked the limp shaft, then turned her
tonguey attention to the mushroom crown. Patrick was 14, dear reader, and
did not stay limp for long. Especially while receiving the blowjob every
man dreams of but few women will give. Jamie licked Patrick from his
butthole (Oooohh) to his peehole, slathering saliva and pre-goo in almost
equal amounts all over the enraptured boy's beautiful equipment. Jamie
returned to the head and licked with furious passion. Patrick bucked and
moaned, then called out his love for Jamie as she observed a tidal wave of
cum spurt from Patrick's pretty prick.
When Patrick returned to our planet, the loving couple shared the lounge
chair, rubbing cummy bodies and kissing soulfully. Patrick stroked Jamie's
clitty as she stroked his. Then, timidly, Patrick entered Jamie's virgin
pooper with one finger. Jamie winced, then realized she adored it.
"Do you have anything bigger you could put in there, Patrick?" the little
angel asked.
Like any of us, Patrick could not believe his good fortune. He was a kind
boy, however and asked, "But wouldn't that hurt you, Sweetie?"
Sweetie. Jamie liked that. Jamie had read lots of TG fiction and knew
something about anal sex. She said, "Not if you lube me properly. I could
get some Vaseline or <blush> you could lick me back there."
The thought of licking Jamie's secret passage gave Patrick yet another
mega-stiffie. He lowered the lounger back, lay on his back, and had Jamie
sit on his face. It was a gourmet delight. Patrick tongued deeply, much to
the pleasure and excited squealing of a sperm-spouting Jamie. After fifteen
minutes of this exquisite torture, Jamie begged to be fucked. Patrick got
up, Jamie got on her back, raised her legs, hooked them on Patrick's
shoulders and the love feast moved to the next stage.
Patrick put his wet cockhead against Jamie's incredibly tight, hot hole,
kissed her for luck, and pushed. Jamie screamed with 90 percent pleasure
and 10 percent pain, then reassured a worried Patrick that he was not
killing her, by kissing him tonguily. Forget the first ride on the roller
coaster and the double-fudge sundaes he loved, Patrick had never enjoyed
anything in his life half as much.
Patrick took charge and fucked Jamie in a way neither would ever forget. He
was gentle and loving, yet forceful and manly. When she came the first
time, he kissed her and told her he loved her. When she came the second
time, he joined her in paradise. They lay there together, kissing and
cooing, for a good half hour after, with no knowledge that the entire love
feast had been observed by Jamie's Mom, who had soaked her panties four
times during the proceedings and had decided that the only alternative for
the family was Panty Town.
Chapter Five -- More about Traci
Traci was such a little tramp. And proud of it. Her father had despaired of
ever living a normal life. The neighbors all knew that Traci dressed as a
girl almost all the time and they strongly suspected that she was
entertaining lots of men and boys.
Traci was doing more than entertaining. She had the Greatest Show on Earth!
Kissing paperboy Jimmy's balls until he gooied her face only began Traci's
lifelong quest for hot cum. Jimmy was very nice to "Wilbur" at school all
week, which made the other kids think that Jimmy had gone faggot too. Jimmy
was even hoping that he could get Wilbur alone and pull his panties
down. Or have Wilbur suck Jimmy's pink mushroom. Jimmy, who was not gay at
all, wanted very much to do things with Traci or Wilbur, or whoever the
boy-girl was, that would make her cum.
Jimmy got his opportunity the following Saturday. Jimmy went to Traci's
house praying that she was home alone. He would be fine if it were Wilbur,
not Traci. His prayers were answered and then some. Traci came to the door
in a little white nightie, with white stockings and white, high-heeled
mules.
"Oh, Jimmy," the little confection said, "I must have overslept."
Even Jimmy knew you didn't fall out of bed with perfect hair and
make-up. Perhaps without panties, though, as Traci was attired.
Traci yawned, then said, "Come on in, Sweetie. The money's in my room and
my father and sister will be gone for hours."
Jimmy was trembling with lust and anticipation.
Traci sissied through the house, trailed by her ardent suitor. When they
reached her room, Traci turned and gave Jimmy the kiss of his young
life. Jimmy knew that it was to be his lucky day.
Jimmy dragged off his clothes and stood naked before Traci's delicious
body. Jimmy felt Traci's soft ass and she returned the favor. The nightie
made Traci seem more femmy, but to tell the truth, she didn't need much.
Traci would have been femmy wearing a grocery bag.
Jimmy's proud boy stood unhooded and ready for Traci's warm mouth. But the
plan had apparently changed. Traci sat on her bed and took out a bottle of
baby oil. She slid it on her hand, then rubbed it ever-so-teasingly up and
down Jimmy's fat prick. It wasn't what he expected, but he was enjoying it
very much.
Traci stopped well short of Jimmy cumming, which disappointed Jimmy. That
was short-lived, as Traci got on the bed on all fours and gave Jimmy the
greatest sight known to man -- Traci's delicious, virgin ass, with cheeks
spread and hole pre-lubed, with cock and balls dangling and throbbing,
framed by a white nightie and a beautiful face looking back and saying
those magical words, "Fuck me!"
Jimmy got on his knees behind Traci, said several words of thanks, then put
his lovely, pink pricktip at his lover's bottom hole. Traci repeated her
request for a good shagging, then Jimmy pushed and entered the magnificent
regions of Traci's divine intestines.
Ohhhhhhhhhh. That was good. Traci squealed like the world's biggest sissy.
Jimmy knew heaven must be very close to what he felt. He paused to savor
the moment and enjoy the feelings. Then he reached around and found Traci's
clitty. She was hard, but her long foreskin was not all the way back. He
multiplied her pleasure and gained valuable callback points by skinning her
little cum-spitter up-and-down and most deliciously.
Traci was enjoying her first fuck very, very much. It was far better than
she had even imagined and she was extremely happy that Jimmy had made the
effort to meet her needs as well as his own. With those warm, loving
feelings tucked into her angelic little heart, Traci's gut and baby balls
began to rumble. Jimmy stroked her more quickly as his own crisis
approached. Traci turned her head and Jimmy leaned in to lick her tongue
and kiss her lips. Traci moaned with pleasure, then screamed as the hardest
cum she ever felt almost took her pretty toes off. Milliseconds later,
Jimmy doused Traci's gorgeous bottom with his hot, boyish cream.
And Traci's father wouldn't be home for three more hours. Imagine what fun
they had.
Jimmy and Traci bonded that day as only first lovers can. Jimmy began to
openly adore her, even as Wilbur in school and didn't mind when she did
some exploring with Mr. Williams the social studies teacher and Donny,
Traci's college boy cousin. Well he minded a little, but the abuse he took
from the other kids was small potatoes compared to the loving he got from
Traci.
Traci's father couldn't miss all the big signs that Traci was having sex
with anyone she fancied with a cock. He knew he could lock her up until she
was 18, or he could move the family to Panty Town.
Chapter Six -- More about Angela
It wasn't all pretty panties and ball-busting milkings for Angela. The
morning after Sofia first made her cum until she almost passed out, things
started well.
Sofia had just come from a lovely early-morning fucking by Angela's Dad.
Her pussy and bottom were all squishy with cum and she had also swallowed a
bellyful. But now it was time to get to work.
Angela was sleeping like a little angel in her first white nightie. She had
kicked off the covers during the night and her nightie had risen to her
belly button, exposing her fine pink privates. Sofia sat next to Angela's
sleeping body, then took Angela's clittty in her soft hand and began to
make it happy. She even gave it several little kisses and tiny sucks.
Angela was dreaming of heaven, then woke up and found that the bus was
about to pull into heaven's depot.
Mommy was kissing and sucking her pretty pole and, now and then, licking
her pink bag. It was so exciting that Angela reached a crisis very quickly,
warning Mommy, but pleased that Mommy took Angela's thick cream right
between the eyes and smiled.
That was good Mommy. A few moments later, Angela once again saw bad Mommy.
Angela peed sitting down, took a cleansing bubble bath, and was about to
get dressed for school when she realized that all her boys' clothes were
gone! How would she go to school?
Sofia was whistling happily, setting out a lovely girl's skirt, top,
stockings and two-inch heels for Angela.
Terror gripped Angela! "But Mommy," the little angel said, "I can't go to
school like that!"
"Nonsense, Angela. You can and will. Now sit in this chair so I can do your
make-up."
Make-up!!!!! Angela began a cold sweat. She would be beaten to a pulp! She
would be humiliated! She would have no friends! Of course she also knew
that resistance was futile and would only lead to a nasty spanking,
followed by ultimate compliance. Tearfully and fearfully, she sat to be
made up.
Sofia got her to stop crying, which allowed proper application of
cosmetics, by telling her that if things didn't work out, she would find a
way that Angela was sure to like. Then she told Angela to pay attention
because Angela would have to apply her own make-up soon enough.
Despite her terror, Angela was very pleased with the results. She made a
gorgeous girl! A model almost. And her eyes would tell men that she would
delight them in ways they had only imagined. Why did she think that? She
didn't want men? Did she? She liked Mommy's hand and mouth and that was
all. But she knew what men would think when they saw her pretty face. And
her little jewel was diamond stiff thinking about it.
Mommy helped Angela on with her panties, bra and garter belt, then watched
with delight as Angela became so excited from rolling on her first
stockings that she came, hot, hard and helpless, into her lovely panties.
"It's all right, Honey," she reassured Angela, "I have plenty more panties
for you. I'm glad you like the stockings."
Angela adored the stockings. And the tug of the garters. And the pull of
her bra on her tender nipples. But she knew that wearing those things to
face a bunch of eighth-grade classmates was akin to cordless bungee
jumping. But what could she do? Mommy was insistent and Dad was useless.
Of course, Sofia made things as bad as possible by giving Angela a skirt
that barely covered her stocking tops. If Angela made a false move, she
would put on quite a free show. Sofia had Angela practice sitting and
bending down a few times, then helped her learn how to walk in two-inch
heels. Angela was sniffling at the tidal wave of humiliation she knew was
before her today and every day. But her clitty was hard as a math word
problem.
Sofia escorted Angela to school that day and took her red face and stiff
thingee to the junior high principal's office. She knocked, then the two
beautiful feminine people entered Mr. Fireson's office.
Wow, the principal wondered. Who was this? Was that the new Mrs. Wilkins?
But who was that lovely, beautifully put-together little girl? Was it...?
No.
"Mr. Fireson," Sonia began, "I'm Mrs. Wilkins and this is my son Adam, or
Angela as we are now calling him. He's a sissy and is going to be dressing
and acting like one full time starting today. I'll expect you to make the
necessary accommodations for Angela. I don't want him teased or bullied."
Fireson's mouth hung open. Why do Mondays always start like this? This was
a new one. The kid will be creamed, if not on school grounds, as soon as he
leaves. "Mrs. Wilkins," he asked, "how did this happen?"
"Genetics and a divine plan," Sonia said. "Now will you help him or not?"
Fireson thought. "I'll try," he said. "But it won't be easy. We're not set
up for something like this."
"Very well. That's all I can ask. Run along to your first class, Angela.
I'll see you after school."
Trembling with fear, Angela did as she was told.
Sofia closed the door, removed her panties and said, "Mr. Fireson, there
can be great rewards for your assistance."
Fireson got the picture very quickly. He also got three previews of heaven
over the next hour, with a promise of the feature-length version if he
would protect Angela.
Fireson really wanted to help. And not just for the sex. But he didn't know
if anyone could help poor Angela.
Poor Angela walked into Mrs. Potter's English class to a stunned silence.
Mrs. Potter asked, "Adam, if it is you, Adam, would you like to tell us
what you're doing?"
Trembling horribly, Angela said, "My mother thinks I'm a sissy, so now I
have to dress this way until I'm 18 at least."
There were raucous laughs and hoots all around the room. No one enjoys
another's misfortune like a junior high child. Angela began to cry. A lot
of the kids felt sorry for her and stopped laughing. But three or four kept
it up until Mrs. Potter made them stop.
That day's lesson was a blur to Angela and when she was changing classes,
there were plenty of mean kids making horrible remarks, "faggot" being one
of the milder. Angela knew that she wasn't a faggot. She didn't like boys,
especially the mean ones making fun of her.
Switching classes after fifth period, Angela couldn't hold it any more. She
had to make tinkles, but that meant the boys' room -- a very dangerous
place. She slipped into one and was pleased to see that it was unoccupied.
She took a stall, sitting down to do her business, then wiping her
clittyhead with toilet paper, just like a girl.
Maybe she would get out of there alive she thought, but just as she made it
to the door, three of the school's biggest bullies opened it and pushed her
back in.
"Well, it's the school faggot," Darrel Miller said. Darrel was said to have
several pages to his juvenile rap sheet, which, of course, made him wildly
popular with the girls.
The other two mugs watched the door as Miller pulled out his prick. "I
think the little fag wants to suck my prick, don't you, fag?"
Angela did not want to suck this prick's prick and told him so.
"Now see, sissyboy. That's where you're wrong. I happen to know that you
want to suck this pretty thing. Get on your knees and kiss it."
Angela looked at the asshole, considered her options, then reached toward
his prick.
The mug said, "See, I knew...Agggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
Angela grabbed Miller's balls and squeezed hard. He screamed as if he were
the sissy. The other two sociopaths were about to come to their leader's
aid, when the door flew open and Bobby Bailey blasted in.
Bobby was only the coolest boy in the school. Angela knew him to say hi to,
but he pretty much kept to himself. He said, "Brave aren't you? Three
against one. And it looks like she got the best of you."
He called me "she," Angela thought. And then she squeezed Miller's balls
even harder.
"Why don't you buttbrains move along and maybe I won't tell how she made
you scream like a pussyboy."
Angela released the ballbag. Miller was crying as the other two mugs
escorted him away.
"They'll be back, Angela. But if they try to hurt you, let me know. And by
the way, I think you're the prettiest girl in school. And I loved the way
you stood up for yourself. Have a good day."
And Bobby left. With Angela standing tongue-tied. And half in love.
Angela told Mommy about everything that happened that day and Sofia got a
big surprise. She began to respect Angela. And even to love her. Angela
might make one hell of a woman yet, Sofia thought.
The next day in school, Fireson's security was stepped up, including in the
boy's rooms. Since Mommy dropped off and picked up Angela, the only
assaults were then verbal.
There were plenty of those, but the story of Angela squeezing Miller's
balls was all over the school, and it earned her more respect than anyone
expected.
As Angela's first week at school ended, some people had begun to talk to
her again. She had looked for Bobby all week, but didn't see him until she
was outside waiting for her ride home that Friday afternoon. He smiled at
her and her heart melted. This time she could speak and said, "Hi."
"Hi," Bobby said. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, thanks to you. I appreciate it very much."
"You were the one. That ball squeeze was brilliant. And, uh, Angela, I
meant what I said about you being pretty."
Angela blushed and thanked him. Then Sofia pulled up. She got out of the
car and walked to the two kids. "Are you Bobby?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
Sofia hugged him. "Thanks for being so nice to my little girl."
"Oh, she's terrific, Mrs.Wilkins. She's easy to be nice to."
Angela beamed. Her little tummy was fluttering
Sofia thought a moment. "Bobby, if I called your mother and arranged it,
would you like to join us for dinner tomorrow? You and Angela could watch a
video or something."
Bobby's face ignited. Angela beamed. "That would be fantastic,
Mrs. Wilkins. I mean, if it's OK with Angela."
Angela immediately said, "Oh, yes. I would love that."
"Let me just call your mother now on my cell." Sofia did so and ten minutes
later, told the kids that it was all set. Angela began counting the
minutes.
Angela loved the way Mommy had begun to treat her. It seemed that Sofia did
have some good qualities and Angela was able to bring them out.
The next afternoon, Sofia helped Angela primp and preen. When Bobby arrived
at six, he was carrying flowers and wearing a stunned expression. Angela
was twice as pretty as she was at school. Preparation and infatuation can
do that to you. Sofia had had to milk Angela three times that day to calm
her down. She was dry and serene when Bobby was admiring and praising her
beauty.
They enjoyed a pleasant dinner, then went to the family room to watch a PG
movie. No smut in that house! Sofia took Angela's Dad upstairs to fuck his
brains out and left the kids alone.
Ten minutes into the movie, Bobby had the courage to put his arm around
Angela. She purred and put her head on his shoulder. Ten minutes later, he
asked for a kiss. Angela shyly agreed. They exchanged a chaste peck,
followed by a soft meeting of lips. Followed by a slight tonguing. Then a
passionate, full tongue exploration that left them both stiff-cocked and
panting.
Angela didn't want to be a little tramp, but she really wanted to see what
Bobby had in his boxers. So she pulled down his zipper and wormed her warm
hand onto his warm flesh. It was all new to Bobby too and he didn't know
what was expected of him. So he kissed her as she let his jewel breathe
free air.
Angela's eyes were closed during the kiss, but she sneaked a peek at
Bobby's Johnson. It was a nice size for a young fellow. And very hot. And
throbbing. And leaking sticky goo. Bobby kept kissing Angela and she
tickled Bobby's willie just the way Angela loved Mommy to tickle hers.
Which was very nicely indeed. Bobby got even stiffer and leakier, then he
groaned manfully. Angela watched with glee as Bobby pumped big, goopy globs
of baby juice into the air. It was like Fourth of July, only with creamy
fireworks. She loved seeing that look of joy on Bobby's face. Angela
thought she saw some real affection for her as well.
Bobby kissed the little sweetie and told her she was the most wonderful
girl in the world. Then he asked her so nicely if he could return the
favor. Of course, Angela was all for that.
Bobby lifted her miniskirt and stared at the wonders of a girl's creamy
thighs. He loved seeing the garter straps and the stockings framing her
lovely flesh. He could also see that Angela's clitty was tenting her lacy
black panties. He wanted to liberate it immediately.
Angela scooted her bottom and suggested to Bobby that he peel her panties
for her. Eagerly, he did so, down to just below her sweet, pink, wrinkled
bag. Angela oohed cutely as Bobby gently stroked her little goodie sack.
Her girlie pole was throbbing almost audibly as Bobby's fingers caressed
its length. When he reached the head, Angela leaned back and surrendered
her privates to Bobby's kind attentions. He enjoyed unwrapping the pretty
package by withdrawing the long brown foreskin to expose the pink, moist,
sticky jewel.
Bobby surprised them both by kissing Angela's clitty head, then licking up
a mouthful of thick goo. In for a penny, Bobby took Angela's precious peeny
into his warm, loving mouth. Angela squealed in rapture. She had never been
that happy. And neither had Bobby. He never thought he would have a pretty
girl's cock in his mouth, let alone love it. He used his mouth to slip her
foreskin up and down and his tongue to lick the head and probe the peehole.
Angela was only human. She screamed out to proclaim her pleasure, then gave
Bobby the tastiest treat of his life -- a loving doll's delicious cum!
The ice being broken, Bobby removed his pants and Angela her skirt. She got
on her knees and sucked her beau to a staggering, creamy conclusion. Bobby
sucked her balls until she whimpered, shivered and spewed, then ate her
delicious bottom hole until she ejaculated from the depths of her being.
Angela gave Bobby one more gut-wrenching blowjob, then the two kissed and
cuddled until 9:45, since Bobby's Dad was picking him up at ten. They got
dressed just before Sofia appeared to ask them if they had a good time.
Sofia already knew, since the smell of sex had permeated the zip code.
Angela kissed Bobby a chaste goodbye. When Bobby left, with an invitation
for next Saturday, Angela told an excited, happy Sofia all the cummy
details.
Sofia was genuinely happy for Angela, whom she had wanted to sissify
against her will, but was now her greatest supporter.
That week in school, Bobby was openly in love with Angela. That made Bobby
persona non grata with people he wouldn't share an umbrella with anyway and
Angela accepted by more of the decent undecideds.
They had another glorious Saturday night date and Angela hinted that maybe
the following week Bobby might want to explore the pleasures of Angela's
anus.
Then the worst happened. On Sunday, Bobby called Angela. He was in great
distress. His parents had just told him that the family was moving. The
following Saturday. To some lame place in the next state. Called Shady
Rest. The star-crossed lovers were distraught. There were tears and
promises of undying love no matter what.
When Angela bawled to Mommy, Sofia said, "I thought they might do that.
Well, I guess that settles it. I'll tell your father. It's time for us to
move to Panty Town too. Call Bobby and tell him that we'll all be joining
him within a month."
Panty Town? Huh? No matter. Angela could live again. She ran off to call
her Bobby.
Chapter Seven -- The Best Town Ever
Alec Sanders wasn't happy. He loved his brother Jamie, who was really more
of a sister those days. But why did the family have to pick up and move to
some burgh named Shady Rest, Wisconsin just to keep Jamie happy?
The family was moving from a house to an apartment too. In a way that was
good. No more grass cutting or snow removal. And the condo complex was a
big one, with lots of amenities, including several swimming pools. It just
seemed like such a big move as he was turning 16 and beginning his junior
year in high school.
The late June day that the family moved was a hot one and as the last box
was unloaded from the van, Alec sat in his new room and considered the fine
mess that he would have to convert into his personal space. It was a
handsome, big room with an excellent view of two of the swimming pools.
Alec noticed two other moving vans moving families in the same day. Popular
place, he thought.
Alec decided to take a short break and explore from his window. Oh my. That
was interesting. A gorgeous, twenty-something babe in an electric-blue
bikini was the only person at the pool nearest the Sanders' condo. She was
tanned and fit, with luscious titties that strained her skimpy bikini
bra. Alec's jockey shorts filled up with his growing, throbbing cock. He
rubbed it just a little. Wow, she was beautiful!
Moments later, a second dishy babe in a skimpy red bikini wiggled over to
the pool. Her ass, as Alec could see, was to die for. She was so femmy and
pretty and she obviously knew Blue Bikini well, because she kissed her on
her glossed lips! Yeow! Were they lesbians?
Red Bikini's titties were huge -- D-Cups at least -- and she obviously
didn't want them to be marred with tan lines. She removed the red bra and
displayed the finest boobs Alec had ever seen, even in pictures. Good
golly! Alec's wiener was bulging with blood and throbbing manfully.
Then Blue Bikini saw the wisdom of avoiding tan lines and untied the skimpy
strings that held her bra. Oh my. Her nipples were dark and huge. Begging
for a sucking.
Alec reached into his underpants and began to stroke his hot rammer. If
these girls were representative of Shady Rest...
Alec was young and his vision was excellent. But he thought that his eyes
were lying when he thought he detected something extra in the skimpy bikini
bottoms of Miss Blue. It looked like...no, it couldn't be...it was hard and
cylindrical and growing. Miss Red seemed to know what it was. She sat at
the foot of Miss Blue's lounger, reached into Miss Blue's bikini panties
and pulled out a very large, leaky cock!
Alec's sperm exploded from his own cock as he saw the beauteous Miss Blue
writhe with pleasure as Miss Red kissed her and stroked her weapon. He
convulsed with shock and pleasure as Miss Blue reached into Miss Red's tiny
suit and pull out a pricklet the equal of her own. These girls were
beautiful, hung, stacked she-males. And they obviously felt comfortable
making love in front of anyone who looked out a condo window.
What kind of place was this?
The shemale babes entwined lewdly, sucking tongues and stroking cocks.
Rubbing titty to titty. Alec regrew his woodie, then spewed helplessly
again as he watched Blue squeal and cum all over Red's violently
ejaculating monster! It was the most exciting thing Alec had ever seen.
The girls regrouped, pulling themselves together and resuming sunning
themselves. Alec cleaned himself up and searched frantically through the
boxes for his bathing suit. He found it, put it on and told his Mom he was
going for a quick swim.
He wanted to make sure he met those girls. For all he knew, they were the
only girls like that for hundreds of miles.
Alec was quite wrong about that.
Alec ran down the stairs two at a time. When he saw Blue and Red calmly
sunning themselves for what seemed to be the long haul, he slowed his pace
and strolled to the pool.
Alec removed his T-shirt, revealing an excellent, fit, 16-year-old male
body. He sneaked peeks to see if the ladies were watching, but couldn't see
their eyes through their sunglasses. How would he introduce himself?
The problem was resolved when Blue said, very sweetly, "Hi. Are you from
one of the three new families moving in today?"
Alec shyly said, "Yes. Do you live here?"
Blue smiled and removed her sunglasses revealing her lovely eyes and her
age, which Alec now placed at around 25. "I've lived here for 12 years.
Wouldn't want to live anywhere else. My name's Jenna and my friend's name
is Francesca."
Alec smiled and nodded at both ladies. "I'm Alec."
"Are you a junior or a senior, Alec?" Francesca asked.
"A junior," he answered, and wondered at the question.
Jenna noticed his puzzlement and said, "We asked because we teach at Shady
Rest High School. I teach junior English and Francesca teaches freshman and
senior math."
Oh my goodness, Alec thought. Teachers and they look like that and have big
hard cocks and make love to each other in the open. Alec began to tremble.
"It's OK, Honey," Francesca said. "We don't bite. Was that you watching us
from the window of 321-3-E?"
<Gulp> "Yes. I'm sorry."
The ladies giggled. "We should be sorry, not you," Jenna said. "We're
usually not so indiscreet, but it's been a tough day and neither of us had
been milked in hours. We were frantically in need. Understand?"
"Not really."
They giggled again. "We're not laughing at you, Alec," Francesca said.
"Shady Rest is a different culture from anywhere on earth. It takes some
getting used to. Did your parents tell you much about this place?"
"They just said it would be better for my brother Jamie, whom they now call
my sister. She's a good kid, but has been very unhappy. I hope this will
help her."
Jenna and Francesca looked at each other. Then Jenna said to Alec, "You're
a good brother, Alec, and a fine young man. We're very happy you're here
and lots of people will make a great effort to make you feel welcome."
By silent agreement, Francesca said, "I've got to go do that thing. I'll
see you around, Alec."
"Yes, ma'am. Very nice to meet you." Francesca was a teacher and, even
though Alec wanted nothing more than to fuck Francesca's red bikini off, he
respected her status.
The ladies giggled again and said, "Ma'am! That's so sweet."
Francesca left and Alec was alone with Jenna.
"Do you have a few minutes, Alec? I have a computer CD-ROM that I think
would be very helpful in your adjustment here. Walk me back to my apartment
and I'll give it to you."
Alec hoped that Jenna would take him to her bed and seduce him. But she was
a teacher. That would never happen.
It was about a five-minute walk and Alec chatted sadly about the place
where his family had lived his entire life until that day.
When they reached Jenna's apartment and went inside, Jenna said, "Within 24
hours, you'll feel no homesickness. Only gratitude to your parents for
bringing you to the greatest place on earth. The CD is in here. Follow me."
OK. Alec had been walking side by side with Jenna. When he was able to look
at her ass wiggle in her skimpy bikini bottom, it made poor Alec hard and
ready. But she was a teacher. He couldn't and she wouldn't. Right?
There actually was a CD-ROM in Jenna's bedroom. And it would prove to be
the best CD-ROM ever made. But when Jenna showed it to Alec, he was a bit
disappointed. He thought it was all just a story to get Alec into Jenna's
apartment, but since it was real...
Whoa! Jenna grabbed Alec by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. "I'm
feeling that same need I felt with Francesca at the pool. Can you help me?"
Alec started to ask what need that was, but Jenna's lips covered his before
he could talk. She was the best kisser Alec had ever been with. She reached
into Alec's bathing suit and grabbed his cock. She was the best
cock-stroker he had ever been with. She rubbed her erect, but covered
titties against his chest. She was the best...Oh, the heck with it.
Alec kissed her back. And removed her bikini bra. Freeing one of the
world's finest racks. Soft, yet firm, with big, dark nipples begging for
kisses and sucks.
Still, Alec was reluctant. "But you're a teach---" he gasped.
"Our school is different. Trust me," the angel said. Then she pulled his
cock out and his suit down and off. Jenna pushed Alec onto his back on the
bed and straddled his legs. She swallowed his cock whole and rubbed her
titties on his thighs as she took him on a deluxe tour of Valhalla.
Alec arched his back and grunted with manly lust. This was the hottest
woman he had ever even dreamed of. And she had a cock. Didn't she? Or had
he been hallucinating? Or was he hallucinating at that moment? No,
hallucinations don't feel as if you're balls are on fire.
The poor lad only lasted five minutes. The best five minutes of his young
life, nonetheless. But then his nipples erected, his balls drew in, he
shook and erupted so hard that his eyes watered.
Jenna said it would take 24 hours to forget his past. He already was unsure
of his name.
Alec wanted more Jenna. And Jenna wanted him to have it. Jenna moved up to
straddle Alec's hips. Her cock was painfully erect as she pulled it from
her bikini bottoms. It was shiny with her goo and, now that he saw it up
close, the most beautiful, femmiest sight Alec had ever witnessed. He
drooled for it. He grabbed it and skinned back the large thick foreskin.
The English teacher squeaked. He kissed the tip and licked the dripping
goo. She squealed. He took it in his mouth and gave it a proper sucking as
Jenna reached behind her and pinched his manly nipples. She rubbed the
inner folds of her exquisite bottom against his hairy young chest. Alec
sucked the first cock of his life with love and skill. Jenna squealed
happily in approaching rapture, then screamed as she spurted several ounces
of sissyish juices into the eager boy's sucking, adoring mouth.
Jenna was in love. A frequent occurrence for her, but still it was love.
Alec thought he was in love. At least that was what his large, mannish
muscle was suggesting to him as it throbbed with fresh blood.
Jenna jumped off Alec, excused herself for a moment, and was back in about
three minutes. "I lubed myself," she said. "Please fuck me now."
Alec hadn't had time to think it through properly, so he asked innocently,
"How?"
Jenna smiled. She loved that Alec was so fresh to things. "Let me teach
you," she said.
Alec was still on his back. Jenna straddled his hips, grabbed his excellent
stiffie, and literally sat on it. She squealed in sissy pleasure. He moaned
with manly delight.
Jenna did most of the work, bouncing up and down on her new student's
prong. Alec pitched in by kissing her beautifully throughout, tripling the
intensity as good kissing always does.
Alec's eyes were watering with joy. He never knew that anything on earth
felt half that good. Jenna was also enjoying herself immensely. Her orgasm
almost paralyzed her as she sprayed her shemale cream onto the young man's
chest. Alec felt the hot, intimate juice and it triggered his own
convulsions. Splotchy spasms spilled into Jenna's magnificent ass. She
shuddered with delight, then lay next to Alec for some sweet kisses and
conversation.
"Welcome to Panty Town, Sweetie," the gorgeous babe said.
"Panty Town?" Alec said. "I thought this was called Shady Rest."
Jenna kissed him on the lips and said, "You're going to be very popular
here, Alec. You're sweet, kind and innocent. And there are few boys. A
family can only buy a condo in Panty Town if they have an under-18 sissy.
You're very lucky to have Jamie as a sister. You hit the Lotto today and
every day for the rest of your life. You'll have all the sissies and
shemales you can make love to. You'd better go now. And take the CD. It
will be self-explanatory."
"Will I see you again, Jenna?" the lad asked with love.
"Of course, Alec. This is Panty Town."
Alec left Jenna reluctantly and got back to the family just in time for a
dinner of Long John Silver's family fish buckets. Yum!
All he could think about was Jenna and the mysterious things she had
said. He would have to look at the CD as soon as he could.
Mom insisted that Alec and Jamie unpack all their things and set up their
rooms before they went to bed. Jamie was a little fussbudget, setting up in
her girlish way. Alec took the boy's approach of stowing things with a
shovel. He had gotten everything off the floor by 9:30 and was at last able
to set up his laptop and see what the CD-ROM held.
It was a professionally developed piece with a rock music intro and lots of
graphics, then the title: "The Girls of Panty Town."
Wow. That was interesting already. It had several sections in the menu --
Young Ladies, Over-18 Ladies, Locator, and Contact Us.
Alec decided to start with "Young Ladies."
Wow. Page after page of thumbnails of the prettiest teenage girls he had
ever seen! All fully dressed. Double clicking on an individual girl's
picture led to a huge gallery of modest, but beautiful pictures of the
girl, a short bio, things she liked and didn't like and her preferences in
friends. Alec fell in love with every picture he saw.
He wanted to see the rest of the CD, so he clicked on Over-18 Ladies. There
were fewer girls, but the approach was completely different. Each girl was
shown in lingerie or some form of nudity. Every girl proudly displayed her
cock. He double-clicked on Jenna's picture and found over a hundred
thumbnails of Jenna displaying her incredible assets. In 20 of the
pictures, Jenna was making love, either with a shemale or a man. There were
five pictures of a smiling Jenna with a face-full of cum. Oh my
goodness. Oh. Poor Alec's balls exploded and he gooied his white jockey
briefs.
Was his new girlfriend a tramp? Or was he involved in something truly
unique?
Despite his soggy condition, he double-clicked on Francesca's picture. The
same kinds of professionally done, sex poses as Jenna. There were 38 ladies
in the Over 18 section and every one of them had a cock and little modesty.
And an apparent adoration of cocks. And cum.
But that wasn't the kicker. It said all over the CD that as a CD holder, he
could contact and meet any or all of the 38 of-age ladies or the 104
under-18 ladies.
Alec had truly died and gone to heaven. He wondered how many "CD holders"
there were. Then he saw a button that led him to the answer -- 41, counting
himself. He was already listed as a holder. They must have checked him out
ahead of time. Who were they? No matter. 142 girls and 41 guys meant there
were theoretically 3.46 girls per guy. And they all had cocks. At least he
thought they did.
Alec got little sleep that night. He couldn't stop looking at the girls and
picking his favorites. He wanted to send an email the next morning to a
Tara Bronstein, who was the prettiest 15-year-old girl on the earth. Long,
blonde hair, killer legs and a body to get lost in. Would she answer? Would
she want to see him? He remembered what Jenna had said. "Of course. This is
Panty Town."
Chapter Eight -- Tara Bronstein
Alec slept fitfully and briefly that night. His mind was racing at the
incredible possibilities. Almost a gross of incredible, willing, beautiful
girls and women for him to meet and, perhaps, fuck into a mutual coma.
And yet, Tara Bronstein seemed to shine above them all. She was blonde, of
course. Men can't help themselves on that score. And her golden mane was
halfway down her back and styled beautifully. Unless the camera lied, Tara
had the cutest face of any human being ever on this planet. Her body, what
Alec could see of it with her fully clothed, was feminine and shapely. She
was tall -- 5'10" to Alec's 6'2"—and had the carriage of a princess. A
notation on her page said, "Living full time since age 11." What did that
mean? Alec had been living full time since he was born.
It also said she loved flowers and tear-jerker movies. Alec would even
watch the worst movie ever made -- "The Piano" -- or the second worst --
"The Bridges of Madison County -- if Tara were sitting next to him.
He decided to word his email very simply. "You are the most beautiful girl
in the world. May I meet you sometime? Alec Sanders, CD # 41-02."
Alec sent it off at 7 am, then got dressed and had breakfast with the
family. At 9 a.m., the doorbell rang. Mrs. Sanders answered it. Tara
Bronstein was standing there in a miniscule bikini, covered by a T-shirt,
four-inch mules and was carrying a towel.
"How do you do, Ma'am. My name is Tara. Welcome to Shady Rest. I was
wondering if Alec would like to go for a swim this morning. Moving can be
such a hassle and a swim can refresh you."
"You're so sweet," Alec's mom said. "Please come in."
Alec and his dad almost fainted. Tara was ten times sexier and 20 times
prettier in person. Neither Alec or his dad had ever seen anyone like
her. It almost wasn't fair that someone could be that sexy.
Jamie smiled sweetly as Tara gave her a hug. "Welcome to Shady Rest, Little
Sister," Tara said. Dad wondered what that meant. Was Tara? No way.
Then Tara turned her 50-megaton smile on Alec. He was standing when she
smiled and the force of it caused him to sit. Dad never stood up or he
would have been toppled as well.
"Hi, Alec. Ms. Jenna Wilson, the English teacher said she met you yesterday
at the pool and that you would like to meet some of the other young
people. So here I am. Would you like to go for a swim?"
Good cover story, Alec thought. "Very much. Let me put on my suit. Oh, and
it's very nice to meet you, Tara."
Tara beamed. "You have such nice manners. It's clear that you were brought
up right."
Mom beamed. Dad drooled. Jamie envied Tara. Tara offered something for
everyone.
Alec changed in record time and the two headed off for the pool.
Tara said, "Thanks for the email. All those girls and you picked me. After
you fucked your English teacher. <Giggle> I'm still flattered."
<Dazzling smile>
Alec didn't know what to say. So he just grinned stupidly at Tara until
they reached the pool. Tara removed her T-shirt and revealed the tiniest
bikini ever made, trying vainly to conceal two of the largest, but
shapeliest titties, wide, luscious hips, and an ass that would start a war
in 80% of the world's countries.
Alec pulled off his Tshirt and relaxed a little when he saw Tara's obvious
approval. The little fox even gave a low whistle.
Life is good, Alec thought. Tara came over to Alec holding out her arms as
if she wanted a kiss. When he walked toward the earthly angel, she pushed
him into the pool, then giggled at her own practical joke.
She was playful. Alec liked that. But so was he. He pulled himself out of
the pool and began to chase Tara. Tara ran, giggling frantically as she
tried to escape Alec's clutches. But, of course Alec caught her and his
clutches were pretty nice. He held Tara by the waist. Giggling she turned
to face him. He held Tara in his strong arms and Tara melted. Alec kissed
her tenderly. Then with more vigor. Tara kissed back, slipping her new
friend a naughty bit of tongue.
Tara gasped, "Let's go to a teen room."
Teen room?
Tara grabbed Alec's hand and walked with him to a building about 100 yards
away. They went down some stairs into a suite of 16 hotel-like rooms. Some
were vacant, with open doors. Five were apparently occupied, with doors
closed. Tara signed a ledger, grabbed a key and took Alec to room 4. They
entered a nice, Holiday Inn-type room with a bath and large bathtub. Tara
locked the door. Then turned to smile at Alec. She had full eye contact as
she undid her bra and displayed two, two-inch diameter, brown nipples. Were
they leaking milk? Ohhhhhhhhh. Then she slowly peeled her bikini bottoms
reached between her legs and untucked the longest, fattest cock Alec had
ever seen. It was cut and pink, with two huge balls in a long, dark,
wrinkled bag. Tara pouted her glossed, puffy lips for a kiss.
Alec pulled his suit off, revealing his own, respectable rammer that was at
least an inch and a half shorter than his new girlfriend's. Oh, well. That
was no big deal.
Tara was waiting. Alec encircled Tara's spectacular, naked body with his
arms and rubbed his burning cock against Tara's. Ohhhhh. He kissed her,
rubbing cock to cock and nipples to nipples. Tara gasped squealed softly,
and sploogeed hot sissy cream all over Alec's tummy, cock, balls, thighs
and erotic spirit. Alec was learning that the girls of Panty Town often had
hair triggers. He liked that. Tara took some of her cum and rubbed it on
Alec's thick rod. She kissed his lips, tonguing the inside of his
mouth. She rubbed his cock with her sexy, skilled, warm
fingers. Kissed. Rubbed. Maybe Alec was getting a hair trigger too. He felt
the early rumble. This girl was unbelievable. And she was one of 142. Could
he survive Panty Town?
Tara said, "I want to see you cum and I want to taste it." She fell to her
knees and took Alec's big tool deeply into her mouth. Alec got the
point-of-no-return warning and Tara sucked harder, running her tongue in
tormenting swirls around the head of his little friend. Alec felt the
cumstorm moving toward him. It was a force ten gale. His balls were on
fire, then they exploded. Jerking. Convulsing. Spurting. Groaning. Glob
after glob of hot goo entered Tara's eager mouth. She squealed happily and
gulped it all down. Alec wanted this girl to share his life and grow old
with him. But not right away. First he wanted to suck her big, delicious
cock. Then fuck her perfect ass.
Luckily enough, that was Tara's agenda as well.
Chapter Nine -- Shopping
While Alec was off "meeting another young person" in Shady Rest, Mom, Dad
and Jamie were getting things organized in their new home. When Alec didn't
come home by noon, Mom and Dad were happy that he was having a good
time. They wished Jamie had the same kind of exploring spirit.
At one p.m. Alec returned. He looked a little tired from all that swimming,
but he was very happy. He even told his family what a nice girl Tara
was. They were going out for pizza the next evening. Very nice.
By two thirty, the condo was pretty shipshape. The doorbell rang. Mom
answered. It was a very attractive woman in her late fifties or early
sixties. She introduced herself as Ellen Garza.
"Please come in, Mrs. Garza," Mom said. Mom introduced her to Dad, Alec and
Jamie.
Mrs. Garza was very sweet. She brought a nice cake that everyone
shared. She smiled at Jamie and said, "You'll be very happy here,
Sweetheart. Girls like you find themselves here."
Everyone smiled at Jamie, who beamed happily.
"And Alec, I understand you're already out and about. Good for you."
Alec blushed a little, but thanked her.
"Mrs. Sanders, could you bring Jamie to a traditional Shady Rest welcoming
party three days from now at the condo meeting hall?"
"I'd love to, Mrs. Garza, if it's OK with Jamie."
Jamie nodded enthusiastically.
"Very good, Mrs. Garza said. Now we have a tradition about how girls dress
for the party. It's all in this pamphlet. It also tells you where you can
get the clothing."
Mom thought that a little odd, but she was happy to see Jamie get out.
"There are two other pretty little new girls coming to be introduced. I'm
so happy you'll meet them. Their names are Traci and Angela. Such sweet,
lovely girls, just like you. We don't have any of that horrible, cliquish,
backbiting stuff that other girls do. We all get along here.
"I founded this place 25 years ago because my daughter Jill, whom some
called my son, was having an awful time from her cruel classmates. We came
to this community because it was a suburb of Fromage, Wisconsin, which has
always been friendly to the transgendered. Jill found happiness here, as
have hundreds of girls and their families. I hope you'll meet her. She's 38
now and has a loving husband and two adorable adopted kids. They both
started out as boys. Will, 16, is still a boy and loves being one in this
community, right Alec?"
Alec nodded and blushed.
"Alan knew when he was eleven that he was a sissy and he's become the
lovely Tara, the jewel of Shady Rest. Their father, Barry Bronstein, loves
it here and would never leave."
Holy shit, Alec said to himself. I'm fucking the princess of Panty
Town. And a native.
Mrs. Garza and the parents chatted amiably and she left around 5 p.m.
Alec went to his room and sent an email to a lovely named Inge, and yes,
she was Swedish, blonde and eager to show Alec a teen room. Alec completely
forgot that he had ever lived anywhere else.
The next day, Mom took Jamie shopping. Jamie wore a pretty dress, very high
heels and tan stockings. A girl has to look her best at the mall. They went
to the store Mrs. Garza suggested, Petticoat World.
It was like Disneyland for sissies. Frothy creations with petticoats and
crinolines. Lace and ribbons and chiffon everywhere. Jamie had to get a
traditional little girl party dress for the reception. There were about a
hundred in her size to choose from. And pretty, lacy, fancy, white
socks. And Mary Janes.
Poor Jamie. She was so confused. Mom and the nice saleslady helped her pick
one out, but the poor girl was horribly overexcited. Her willie was stiff
and throbbing from all the petticoat contact. The salesgirl noticed and
whispered to Mrs. Sanders, "Your little sissygirl really needs to be
milked. She'll injure herself if she doesn't get those awful boy toxins
out.
Mom had never milked Jamie. Jamie was too ashamed to milk herself in the
store. The salesgirl said that there was a Sissy Milking Station next door
to Petticoat World.
That was a mall feature Mom hadn't seen anywhere else, but it was certainly
convenient.
Mom felt badly, as Jamie was clearly in some distress. She hustled Jamie
over to the milking station and was pleased to see it was a clean,
well-appointed facility, with all sorts of certificates and documents on
the walls.
The pleasant-looking middle-aged woman at the desk greeted the Sanders
ladies warmly. "Hello. Welcome to the Shady Rest Mall Milking
Station. You're new here, I see. My name is Mrs. Campbell. And you are..."
"Mrs. Sanders and Jamie. I'm sorry for asking, but could you please
reassure me. I've never brought Jamie to a `milking station.'"
"That's perfectly all right. Many families do all their milking at
home. We're fully bonded and all our milkers are middle-aged men who
volunteer their time and pay for the rent and upkeep of the
facility. They're all trained and Sissification Institute of
America-certified. And they're all sweet and love the girls. Some even
drive hundreds of miles to work here every day, without pay. Excuse me,
Jamie, Honey. You seem to be in some distress. When was the last time you
were milked, Sweetheart."
Jamie thought for a moment, remembering her wonderful last night of love
with her Patrick. Patrick had taken her to heaven eight times and filled
her bottom with his hot loads five times and her mouth four times. She
began to cry when she thought of Patrick, who right at that very moment
probably had his cock in that Jeannie Quinlan's trampy mouth. Jeannie was
just waiting for the opportunity.
Jamie answered, "Five days ago."
Mrs. Campbell gasped. Then shot dagger looks at Mom. "Five days! It's a
wonder this child isn't in the hospital. Once a sissy begins spurting her
cream, she must be milked a minimum of five times a day!"
Mom said, "I didn't know." She looked at Jamie and said, "I'm sorry."
Mrs. Campbell softened. "It's not common knowledge. It's not your
fault. I'll just get Jamie back to one of our milking counselors and I'll
fill you in on everything she'll need while she's being attended to. She'll
need a full milking and that takes around two hours, so you can just go
home and we'll bring Jamie home in our courtesy van, which also makes
complementary pickups. We call them `milk runs.' Just our little joke."
Mom seemed OK with that as Mrs. Campbell hustled Jamie back into the
station. At door five, she introduced Jamie to the sweetest, nicest
fifty-something man named Harry, who glowed when introduced to the sweet
girl. He was so nice that Jamie wasn't worried when he closed the door and
asked her to strip down to her garter belt, bra, heels and stockings. Harry
hung everything for Jamie carefully. The room was clean and well appointed,
with a small bed, small table, an easy chair and a straight chair.
Jamie's poor clitty was outrageously stiff and throbbing. "You poor baby,"
Harry said, "You're in great need. Come sit on Harry's lap and give me a
kiss."
The little angel put her bare bottom on Harry's thigh and leaned into him
for a kiss. It was very nice, but she still needed that milking.
Harry broke the kiss and said, "Wow! You're the prettiest, sweetest doll."
He gently pulled at Jamie's painfully stretched foreskin and said, "Do you
have a boy friend? A beauty like you must have a boyfriend."
Harry was very good at what he did. Jamie gasped and nodded.
Harry smiled. "What's the lucky boy's name"
"Patrick," Jamie whimpered.
"And does Patrick do this for you?" Nod. "And this?" Nod, nod. "And does he
kiss you like this when he's doing it?"
Harry expertly wanked the little sweetie as he kissed her better than she
had ever been kissed. Jamie's poor little plums blew a gusher and her
clitty spewed five days worth of sissy cream all over Harry's hand and
arm. Harry said, "Cum for Harry. That's a girl. Cum hard. Oh, isn't that
lovely? Another spurt? So good. Oh, Honey. You needed that so badly. But
you're not empty yet. You need a full milking."
Harry was a perfect angel to Jamie. He asked her nice questions about her
life and Patrick and how she liked to make love and before they knew it,
she was hard and needy again.
Harry stood Jamie up and fell to his knees. He licked Jamie's delicious
balls adoringly. She whimpered. She could get used to this milking
stuff. Then Harry took Jamie's sweet stick into his mouth and sucked her
with the experience and passion of his years.
Jamie saw the sun, the moon and the stars. She groaned in ecstasy. Harry
sucked her sweet pricklet, looking at her adoringly all the while. She held
her little hands up in sissy fists and, with a squeal of joy, ejaculated
helplessly into Harry's delighted mouth. She spurted almost as much sissy
cream as the first time. Harry was right. She needed a full milking. And
Harry would give it to her.
Jamie's good manners kicked in. "Would you like a milking too, Harry?" she
asked politely.
Harry beamed. "Thank you. That would be wonderful."
Harry rose from his knees and removed his trousers, shoes and socks. He sat
in the easy chair and held out his arms for Jamie to sit in his bare lap.
Jamie sat and cooed with affection as Harry kissed and hugged her and
stroked her little peeny. Jamie stopped kissing and took a good look at the
area of Harry's cock and balls. It was a nice size and, like Harry, very
hairy. She ran her pretty fingers up and down its length, making Harry
squirm with delight. She tickled his fat ball bag, giggling when he
groaned.
The milking station was such fun. And she could come over there any time
she wanted. Panty Town was a wonderful place.
And so was Harry's crotch. Jamie rubbed and teased and tickled every square
inch of it as she kissed Harry. He wet one of his fingers in his mouth and
wormed it into Jamie's warm, secret place. That was very nice too. They
were making each other squirm happily. Jamie hated to lose that finger in
her bottom, but she wanted to thank Harry properly. She kissed him sweetly,
then got on her knees and took Harry's glans into her warm, wet mouth. She
was a terrific cocksucker; the best Harry had ever seen, and he had been a
volunteer at the milking station for twelve wonderful years. Harry
surrendered to the incredible feelings, clutched his stomach, moaned his
loving thanks to Jamie, and filled her sucking, swirling mouth with his
sticky cream.
Jamie adored making the nice man happy and she kept sucking him for a good
15 minutes after his cumstorm, producing another respectable stiffie. Jamie
wanted to feel Harry in her pooper. When she stopped sucking, she sat on
his lap and told him so.
Harry was in heaven. He took the sweet girl to the room's cot and lay on
his back. He had Jamie straddle his shoulders facing his feet and lower her
bottom onto his face. Harry had eaten hundreds of pretty girl's bottomholes
over the past 12 years, but none so tasty as Jamie's. Nor had he been with
anyone so appreciative. Some of the sissies come in for a milking, set
their packages down, lift their skirts, drop their panties, let you rack
them off a couple of times by hand and then they're on their way. Without
even a kiss or hardly a thank you. Thank goodness there have been lots of
sweet girls like Jamie, who appreciate the value of a full milking. And who
return the love he gives them. And plenty of mothers who have had Harry
give them a full treatment of a different kind while their daughters were
shopping. Harry's doctor always wondered why he needed all that Viagra.
Eating Jamie out was pure pleasure. She came three times, whimpering,
squealing and shaking. Finally, she got off his spectacular tongue, turned
around, kissed him deeply and sat on his fine cock. Mmmmmm. Jamie rode that
steel rod like the Lone Ranger. Hi yo, Silver. Away! She came twice more,
spraying Harry the last time with only watery dribbles of cum indicating
that she had been almost fully milked. Harry was very proud of his good
deed as he filled Jamie's darling hole with his hot, sticky
seed. Miraculously, the angel came one last time, completely dry, but like
getting hit by a bullet train in intensity.
Fully milked! A proud and happy moment for Harry and the staff at the Shady
Rest Mall Sissy Milking Station.
Jamie and Harry kissed and hugged for a really long time and, Harry said
she didn't have to, but Jamie sucked him to one more cum typhoon. Harry
liked this girl.
Harry walked Jamie to the door and to a smiling Mrs. Campbell, who escorted
Jamie to the van that took her straight home. Jamie finally felt
comfortable in Panty Town and she knew why. She needed frequent milking and
she had gotten it. Jamie wondered when they would be at the mall again.
Jamie felt sorry for Mom when she got home. Mom felt so badly that she had
let Jamie suffer. But who knew?
Mom gathered the family. They were lucky to find Alec. He had just gotten
home from "taking a walk" with a girl named Alicia and he was going into
his room to do something with his computer and probably go out again after
dinner. Mom and Dad couldn't figure out why Alec was so popular. But they
were glad he was.
Mom explained what had happened at the mall and told Alec and Dad that
everyone had to do their part in keeping Jamie reasonably well
milked. Sissies shouldn't have to bear that burden themselves. She expected
Dad and Alec to milk Jamie at least twice each per day. Mom would fill in
in emergencies, but Mrs. Campbell was insistent that sissies should be
milked by men.
Dad and Alec seemed quite pleased with the idea. Mom tried to tone it down
by saying, "It's no big deal. It's not sexual. It's like giving someone in
the family an injection."
Dad and Alec's expressions didn't look nonsexual.
Jamie lowered her eyes and thought about strong, sexy Alec skinning her
clitty until she came into his warm hand. And Daddy!!!!
Thinking about it made her need a milking right then. She told the family
that and Alec took her to his room and obliged. Twice. Nonsexually. Of
course.
Chapter Ten -- Traci's Family Update
Kyle Simmons made a big sacrifice bringing Traci, who was then 14 and about
to enter high school, and Sharon, who was 15 and a new sophomore, to Panty
Town. He had to give up his job, although the Panty Town administration had
helped him find a new one just as good. But the worst of it was that he
didn't know if Sharon would do well in the new surroundings. Girls
sometimes find adjusting to a sissy environment very challenging.
Kyle wasn't worried about Traci. Like a cockroach, Traci would survive
thermonuclear war. In the three days the Simmons had been in Panty Town,
Traci had already discovered the Sissy Milking Station. The van had taken
her back and forth twice a day for full milkings and she was telling her
Daddy that she needed at least three more milkings each day from him. What
would he do with her? He felt funny milking his child so much, but that
Mrs. Campbell at the mall was pretty insistent. It wasn't all that bad
really. Traci certainly seemed to enjoy it and, well, Kyle did a little
too. He only wondered how she was able to cum so much. Was he like that
when he was 14? He wasn't wearing panties and being milked by his father,
that was for sure.
Traci had also found, in an area where the girls outnumbered the boys
almost four to one, boys willing to take some of the milking burden from
Kyle. Boys clustered around Traci like dogs in heat. Even in Panty Town.
When that Mrs. Garza invited Kyle and Traci to the reception, Kyle was glad
Traci would be meeting some other girls like her. He also didn't mind the
prospect of meeting some of the beautiful women and shemales he saw walking
around the condo area and prancing around the pools. Kyle had always been
an ardent admirer of ladies with something extra, although his admiration
to date had been only theoretical.
Kyle sometimes despaired at his ability to raise someone like Traci. How
would he ever find the right dress for that reception, for example? He
didn't know the first thing about petticoats and Mary Janes. But the
thought of more than 100 sissies with short skirts and teenage-boy sex
drives in one room did put lead in Kyle's pencil.
The lady at Petticoat World was very helpful and Traci was very happy with
the final ensemble. Her peeny was extraordinarily stiff and red after
trying on all the sissy classics. Kyle dropped Traci off at the Milking
Station, where she was becoming a regular, and went home. Sharon was out
somewhere and there was a package for him from Mrs. Garza. What did that
bossy old broad want?
Kyle opened the package. It was a CD-ROM with a note from
Mrs. Garza. "Enjoy," was all it said. Hmm. He was about to ignore it and do
other things, when his curiosity grabbed him. He inserted the CD in his
computer and the title page popped up -- "The Girls of Panty Town -- Over
18 Edition." And then, "Welcome, Kyle Simmons, CD holder 42-02."
Two hours later, he was in the apartment of an angel named Francesca,
fucking her perfect bottom with deep strokes as he skinned her to multiple
orgasms. OK. Well. Maybe Mrs. Garza was all right after all.
Sharon Simmons was very lonely when she first arrived in Panty Town. And
very pissed off. As usual, her faggot brother Wilbur was getting all of
Daddy's attention. This whole move was because of that little queer. He
could dress himself up in panties and prance around and take boy's cocks up
his ass all he wanted, but he would still be a boy as far as Sharon was
concerned. Traci! Hmmpphh. Wilbur could call himself the Queen of Sheba,
but he was still Wilbur the faggot.
The faggot who was getting all of Daddy's attention instead of Sharon, who,
as the girl of the family deserved the starring role in Daddy's eyes. Now
Daddy had even bought into that "milking" crap and was tossing Wilbur off
two or three times a day. Was Daddy dumb? Or was he a faggot too?
It was just awful.
Now they were going to some sissy faggot cotillion the next day and Wilbur
had this ridiculous outfit with petticoats and Mary Janes and frilly
socks. Sharon wouldn't have worn that when she was any older than
nine. Real girls wore jeans and flannel shirts and looked like homeless
squeegee men.
What an awful place she was in.
Dad was over meeting one of Wilbur's teachers named Fran-something-or-other
and Wilbur was over getting fucked in the ass by some pervert middle-age
creep at that hokey "milking" place at that ridiculous excuse for a
mall. The clothes there! Yuck!
Sharon put on her Ray Romano outfit, jeans, tshirt and open flannel shirt,
and went out to walk and clear her head.
She was outside mumbling to herself when she turned a corner and almost
bumped head-on into the prettiest, sexiest girl she had ever seen.
The girl was blonde and tall, five inches of which were stiletto
sandals. Her skirt was tiny, her legs silkily stockinged, her boobs large,
with erect nipples, her lips glossed and her eyes made up
deliciously. Where was she going dressed like that? Sharon was 100%
straight, but her panties dampened when she saw Tara Bronstein for the
first time.
Tara giggled at their near collision. The delicious sound and Tara's
dazzling smile made Sharon's panties sopping wet. She was startled at the
intensity of her arousal.
"I'm Tara," the earthly angel said. "You must be Sharon."
How did she know that? "Hi," was all Sharon could say.
"Welcome to Shady Rest. Are you all moved in?"
"Pretty much." Why was Sharon so tongue-tied?
Tara was well aware of the effect she was having on Sharon. "It's tough on
us girls to move into a new community. I'm sorry you had to move because of
your brother, who's now your sister. I'm 15 like you. Can we be friends?"
My goodness. This Tara knew everything about Sharon and her family. And
yet, Sharon felt she could tell Tara everything. "I would like to be your
friend very much."
Tara smiled and gave Sharon a big hug, rubbing their titties together in
the process. Inexplicably and earth-shatteringly, Sharon shuddered and came
in her panties. She trembled and moaned. It was the single most humiliating
moment of her life. And yet, one of the best.
Tara understood. "It's OK, Sweetie. We all have urges. We spend most of our
lives suppressing them. Imagine how happy we would be if we gave in to some
of them."
Sharon was imagining. Though she was humiliated and confused, she wanted to
see what would happen next. Sharon had had no idea that she would ever be
attracted to a girl. But this one, this Tara, had her panting with
desire. Was she losing it?
"Come with me," Tara said. Sharon followed meekly and expectantly.
Tara took Sharon to a nearby "teen room," checked them in, and locked the
door. Sharon was quivering from fear and sexual excitement.
Tara kissed Sharon, licking her tongue as they embraced. Sharon came
again. Harder this time. Ohhhhhh.
Tara took charge. She pulled off Sharon's unbuttoned flannel shirt, then
pulled Sharon's tshirt over her head. Sharon had an excellent body. Tara
unhooked Sharon's bra, exposing two sweet love pillows with large,
painfully erect nipples. Sharon watched, drooling, as Tara took off her own
blouse, revealing the best looking breasts Sharon had ever seen. Tara
kissed her again, rubbing bare breasts, and swapping spit. Sharon orgasmed
for the third time in 20 minutes. She was panting and gasping -- frantic
with desire.
Sharon pulled off her jeans, then her sopping panties. Her pubic hairs and
thighs were soaked with her love juices. Tara kissed Sharon, moving her to
the room's bed. She placed the naked, willing Sharon on her back, then
kneeled between her legs and ate her pussy through three titanic orgasms.
Suddenly, Panty Town didn't seem all that bad to Sharon.
Sharon then had an overwhelming need to lick out Tara's pussy. She
shouldn't have been surprised when Tara removed her skirt and filmy panties
to reveal a huge, thick, hot cock. Sharon knew the story about Panty
Town. But she still was incredulous that a feminine masterpiece could have
a world-class rammer.
In a way it was comforting to Sharon. She didn't feel so "gay."
No matter. She still wanted Tara.
Tara was kneeling over Sharon, titties flopping and big cock standing tall
against her black garter belt. Sharon wanted Tara more than anything in her
life. She touched Tara's cock. It throbbed to her touch. All those cums
Sharon had experienced and poor Tara had not yet cum. Sharon felt selfish.
Again Tara understood. She moved up to straddle Sharon's shoulders and
offered her cock to Sharon's mouth. Sharon accepted hungrily. She licked
Tara's clitty head furiously, frantic for a mouthful of Tara's cum.
Tara was delighted. She liked girls almost as much as she liked
sissies. Boys, of course, were best. With the occasional man thrown in for
a naughty dessert. She liked Sharon and was glad that she could help Sharon
adjust to Panty Town. She fucked Sharon's face with wild abandon squealing
and cumming plentifully and joyfully.
Sharon had never been happier. She came again, just from the joy of drawing
goo from Tara. Would Tara fuck her next?
Tara kissed Sharon sweetly for several minutes, then reached into her purse
for a pregnancy-preventing condom. Slipping it on, Tara said, "I'm going to
fuck your pussy now and then your bottom. Have you ever been fucked in your
bottom?"
Sharon trembled with joy and fear. "No," she said in a small voice.
"Then you're in for a treat," Tara said, smiling beautifully.
Sharon was in for several treats that day.
Chapter Eleven -- Angela's Family Update
Sofia Wilkins didn't know how to shape Angela's expectations. She knew that
Angela was pulsating with excitement about being reunited with Bobby in
Panty Town.
Sofia knew that after spending a month in Panty Town before the Wilkinses
arrived, Bobby would probably be delighted to see Angela, but would almost
certainly not want an exclusive relationship with her sweet stepdaughter.
Boys with the array of beauties available to Bobby want to sample the
buffet line.
Sofia explained that to Angela in every way she could. Perhaps Angela
understood it intellectually, but she ached for Bobby's favors.
Literally ached. Thank goodness Sofia had had the good sense a month before
they moved to consult a pediatrician about Angela. He wisely cautioned her
about the absolute need to milk a sissy several times a day. Sofia didn't
want her husband to milk his daughter. Maybe she was jealous. Maybe she
just thought it was too weird. So before they moved, she asked her father
to come by the house and rid the sweet girl of her toxins. Step-Gramps was
eager for the task. He wanked little Angela eight or nine times each
day. They grew very close and both cried upon parting. With promises to get
together at every holiday. Including Gingerfred Man's Birthday.
Sofia would have tossed Angela off herself, but the doctor insisted on the
male milkings. He even did two very nice ones for Angela in his
office. Gooey ones. With his lubed, ungloved fingers up her bottom.
The first day at the condo was devoted to putting things away, but the next
morning, Bobby showed up right after breakfast. Bobby and Angela spent the
whole day, until 9:30 that evening, in Angela's room. Sofia was delighted
to hear Angela's constant moans, squeals, and screams. But she knew it
wouldn't last.
Indeed, after Angela kissed Bobby farewell, she ran crying to Sofia. "Oh,
Mommy. You were right. He has other girlfriends. <Sob> He won't see
me again until the day after tomorrow! <Bawl>"
Sofia held Angela in her arms. Angela looked so cute in her white babydoll,
less panties. She had been taking hormones for about two months and her
little boobies were sprouting. "It's all right, Sweetheart. Bobby's a fine
boy. But he's no saint. Let him go and enjoy him when you can. If the two
of you are meant to be, it'll work out. Besides, you can see other boys
too."
Angela sniffled. "But I don't want to see other boys."
Sofia said, "That's too bad. I was just looking at this magazine the condo
complex puts out. It's kind of a catalogue of the boys who live here. Most
of them are really cute."
<Sniffle> "Really?" Angela moved forward for a better look.
"See?" Sofia said. "This one is really cute. And so is this one."
Angela looked intently. Despite a day of titanic fucking, Angela was once
again packing wood.
Maybe she wouldn't need Bobby EVERY day.
The Wilkinses got their reception invitation from Mrs. Garza and bought
Angela's odd, sissy-party outfit. They even tried the milking station,
which Angela liked very much.
Sofia called her Dad that night. He decided to move to the Shady Rest area
and volunteer at the milking station. You have to go with your strengths.
Angela had another wonderful "date" with Bobby in her room and the next
day, she got a call from Jennifer, Bobby's 15-year-old sister, who was once
his brother.
Jennifer's need for panties and boy's cocks was what made the family move
to Panty Town. Jennifer said Bobby had spoken very highly of Angela and
Jennifer wanted to meet her.
Jennifer came for lunch the next day and the two became fast friends -- the
first sissy friend either had had.
Sissies can't stay just friends for long, of course and before you knew it,
Sofia was hearing those screams, moans and squeals again from Angela's
room. Except that this time there were two sets of girlie noises.
Angela was going to enjoy Panty Town with or without Bobby. And a bellyful
of Bobby's sister's cum was some comfort for the moment.
Chapter Twelve -- Welcome Reception to Panty Town
The new Panty Town sissies, Jamie, Traci and Angela were very excited on
Friday, the day of their first reception. Their male milkers were working
overtime to keep them calm.
Alec had been milking Jamie whenever he was around, but the lad had a rich,
busy social life, including dates with three different girls and women on
most days as he worked his way through the CD-ROM catalogue of rapture. He
still managed to milk Jamie at least twice a day and both enjoyed it more
than they would care to admit. On Thursday, Alec added anal tickling to the
milking procedure. That seemed to make the milking conclude much more
quickly, but also seemed to create an immediate need for further
milking. And further. Alec was thinking of adding kissing to vary the
routine. But would that be stepping over some line? There didn't seem to be
many lines in Panty Town.
Jamie's Daddy was Alec's substitute. At first, he was
uncomfortable. Especially when he saw that Jamie was enjoying it so
much. And batting her eyes at him. And telling him she loved him. But he
relaxed when his wife seemed to keep giving him a brighter and brighter
green light. He had begun tickling her balls when he milked her and had
even lightly touched her anus ring. That had ended that milking
spectacularly, but brought the need back almost immediately. Dare Daddy
kiss Jamie's doodle as he milked her? So much to consider.
Jamie was wearing what some would consider a strange outfit. She looked
like a nine-year-old going to a birthday party, in a very short pink party
dress with puffy sleeves, petticoats, crinolines and lots of white, lacy
accents. Her ultra-frilly, short, pink and white socks and white satin Mary
Janes made her look, well, edible. If she were anywhere but Panty Town, she
would have had to be taken somewhere in an armored car. Men would overwhelm
any other devices in their need to have her.
Mom escorted her to the large meeting hall where, on the first Friday of
every month all of the more than 100 under-18 sissies in Panty Town
assembled, usually with their mothers, for the tribal meeting.
Mrs. Garza was greeting everyone, of course, as Jamie and Mom
arrived. Mrs. Garza hugged them both, gave Jamie a "Hi, I'm Jamie" badge,
then asked Jamie to remove her panties. "No girls wear panties at these
gatherings, Sweetie. They just get in the way. Your Mommy can put them in
her purse for you later."
Going along, Jamie removed her pink teasers. Despite three milkings by Alec
and two by Daddy earlier in the day, Jamie was rampant and her little plums
were simmering with sissy cream.
Mom and Jamie entered the hall. About half the crowd had arrived. And an
incredibly beautiful crowd it was. Fifty, beautiful, sexy, teen sissies,
all dressed as Jamie was. Talking and laughing. Hugging and kissing each
other too, with hands disappearing under dresses to stroke pantiless
pricklets.
Jamie was very aroused. She looked around the room and saw about thirty
sofas.
"Kissing couches. That's what they are," said a lovely woman approaching
Jamie and Mom with her gorgeous sissy in tow.
"The girls `use' them after we old folks leave. I'm Ellen Bridges and this
is my daughter Lizzie."
Mom smiled. "Janet Sanders and Jamie. So nice to meet you."
Ellen hugged first Mom, then Jamie. Then the blonde, 14-year-old stunner
Lizzie kissed Mom, then lifted her skirt, exposing a stiff, wet, formidable
cock. She walked toward Jamie with it. Jamie looked at Mom.
Ellen said, "Lizzie, Jamie's new and doesn't know our customs. Would you
explain?"
"Yes, Mommy," Lizzie said. "I'm sorry, Jamie. At our monthly sissyfests,
when sissies meet each other, they rub their clittyheads and kiss. It
reminds us who we are. It's also one of the reasons we don't wear panties
to this. May I?"
That sounded pretty good to Jamie. "Yes, please, Lizzie," she said, and she
lifted her skirts and petticoats to reveal her throbbing jewel.
Lizzie gently grasped Jamie's peeny and put Jamie's hand on hers. The girls
rubbed cockheads, mixing their juices as they kissed each other
tonguily. The intensity of her feelings surprised Jamie. In moments, she
was quivering and spilling her sissy sperm all over her new friend. Lizzie
kissed Jamie harder, then blew her own load in six powerful spurts."
"So much sticky cream, Lizzie!" Ellen said. "Did Daddy and your brothers
milk you today as they were supposed to?"
"Yes, Mommy," the little doll said. "They love to milk me and would never
miss it. It's just that Jamie is so sweet and pretty. Would you like to
join me on a kissing couch later, Jamie?"
Jamie was still gasping from her cum, but that sounded very good to
her. She readily agreed.
On the other side of the room, Traci had arrived. Since Traci didn't have a
mom, Dad Kyle escorted her. Traci's Dad found himself in a room with almost
100 lovely, perfectly made-up, randy, underage sissies in party dresses and
no panties. He would remember that moment for the rest of his life. He
trembled with lust. Despite the fact that he had been getting his ashes
hauled and would be getting them hauled by many or all of the 38 over-18
sissies in town, and was therapeutically wanking his own sissy daughter
several times a day, Kyle Simmons was only human. This was a FEAST!
Kyle calmed down and suppressed every urge he had. But he vowed that Renee
McCarthy, whom he would be meeting for dinner and shagging that evening,
would be walking funny for several days after their date.
Traci picked up on the clitty-rubbing and kissing custom without
prompting. She was already "meeting" a little creampuff named Cindy when
Kyle figured he had better run into the gents' and calm himself down if he
was ever going to make it through the party with his sanity. He told Traci
he was going, but she was approaching an orgasmic haze. Kyle went out the
door to find the men's room, but didn't know where it was.
He heard, "Looking for the men's room?" from a girl almost six feet tall
and dressed as an underage sissy. She was breathtaking and Kyle actually
gasped when he saw her.
"You must be a single dad. There are only five of you. My dad is one
too. My name is Melanie. I know I'm big for this outfit, but I'll be 18
tomorrow. So I won't need it after today. I know why you're going to the
men's room. And it's not to tinkle. My dad had the same problem at his
first sissyfest. And every one after."
Kyle stared at Melanie like an idiot. She was almost 18!
Tall. Blonde. Willowy. Big, milky boobs. And she wasn't wearing panties.
Melanie laughed. "I know. I have that effect on men. I'm sorry. Anyway, why
should you spill your delicious cream in some urinal? Let me help you."
Holy Mother! Kyle could only say "Thank you," as Melanie led him off to a
nicely appointed room with a couch. Melanie said, "Would you like to fuck
my pretty bottom? I always pre-lube it before a sissyfest." She lifted her
petticoats to reveal a stiff, thick, long cock, with a foreskin so tight
that only the peehole was exposed. She then turned around to expose two
soft, milky globes of bottomflesh atop legs that, though bare, were the
texture of silk.
Kyle turned Melanie around and kissed her for a long time. She was warm and
passionate. Then he turned her around again and entered her perfect bottom
with his long, thin cock. In minutes, he found paradise. Then he got on his
knees and managed to use his mouth to expose Melanie's entire, sensitive,
pink cockhead. He gobbled her cock through two joyous screaming cums, then
put her on her back, her Mary Janes locked behind his neck, and fucked her
twice more, making her spray three loads of her hot cream onto the party
dress on its last day. They made a date for Sunday.
Why had Kyle waited so long to come to Panty Town?
As Kyle and Melanie returned (separately) to the main room, Angela had been
"meeting" quite a few cuties herself. In Panty Town, everyone loves to
welcome the new people and that day was no exception. Angela had rubbed her
pretty clittyhead against maybe 50 sweet mushrooms, trading pre-goo with
them all and cumming hard three times. She didn't want to overdo it,
because the second part of the program, the kissing couches, looked awfully
good to her.
The three new girls, Jamie, Traci and Angela, had not yet met when
Mrs. Garza stepped up to the microphone on the dais.
"Good afternoon, everyone! Settle down girls, ladies. And you five handsome
gentleman."
Kyle looked around and was able to spot the other four single fathers. Was
there anything better to be -- a single father in Panty Town? He thought
not.
Mrs. Garza continued. "I have a few announcements. "First, we'll be raising
the garbage assessments by four percent next year. We had to add that much
to the new contract. Second, we'll be upgrading the snowblowers in the east
sector, so that assessment will only affect the 46 families living
there. Third, I would ask people having sex in the pool area to please not
cum in the pools. In the summer, so much cum goes into the pools, that it's
clogging up the filters."
A groan went up from the crowd. They didn't care about assessments, but
freedom to fuck anywhere was a big issue.
"All right, everyone. All right. You can still fuck your little bottoms off
around the pools. Please, just not in the pools."
Good luck enforcing that one.
"Now for the best part of our meeting. I want to introduce you to the new
girls and their mothers and in one case, father. Angela Wilkins and her
mother Sofia come to us from the Ragweed State. Angela's father, Stan, is
also part of this lovely family. As I'm sure many of you stiff-clittied
little girls already know, Angela is an absolute doll. Come on up here,
Angela and Sofia."
<Wild cheering> Angela blushed, but waved sweetly. Sofia waved with
motherly dignity.
"Stay there, please ladies. Next from the Snakeeyes State, we have Traci
Simmons and her father, Kyle. Traci has already `made' a lot of friends
here I see. And her Dad has already met some of the single ladies,
including, I believe people in this room. We love when newcomers get in the
spirit of Panty Town. Traci's sister Sharon, a genetic girl, has been
welcomed by some of you young ladies, I know, including my lovely
granddaughter Tara. Please welcome the Simmonses!"
Traci and Kyle waved to everyone. Kyle kissed Sonia and Angela on the
cheek. Traci reached under Angela's dress and rubbed her clitty very
nicely. In front of everyone, they gave the traditional greeting, rubbing
cocks and kissing to a stunning mutual cum. Traci was a carnivore.
"How sweet!" Mrs. Garza said. "Our third family is from right here in
Wisconsin, the State with the most per capita sissies. We welcome the
Sanderses -- Mom Janet and daughter Jamie. Jamie will steal your hearts
girls. I expect her to be very popular on the kissing couches and around,
but not IN the pools. The family also includes Dad Joe and sixteen-year-old
son Alec, who, I've heard, has already made himself very welcome with a few
of you young ladies. <Titter>. Please welcome, the Sanders ladies!"
<Cheers> The three new girls kissed and groped each other under their
pretty dresses until they squealed and gooied. Tradition being satisfied,
the formal portion of the program ended and the adults left.
Within seconds, a delicious sissy orgy broke out. Pretty girls fucked and
sucked other pretty girls, and cum was everywhere. The three new girls
found a large kissing couch and got to know each other. Traci was very
aggressive -- what the sissies would call a top. Angela was definitely a
bottom and Jamie had elements of both. What happened was logical. Angela
got on the couch on her pretty knees and offered her bottom to Jamie's
tongue. The standing Jamie's bottomhole was licked and eaten by a kneeling
Traci. When everyone was excruciatingly moist, Angela held up her skirts
and Jamie entered the first bottom she had ever punctured. It was
delicious! So warm and the friction on her pretty clittyhead! Oh!
Traci pulled up sweet Jamie's skirts and pierced her pooper. The three
began an intense, erotic rhythm. Jamie had the best of it all, fucking a
sissy ass with deep strokes as a girlish cock rubbed her prostate and
tickled her anus. But Angela came first, throwing her sweet cream a good
three feet. Jamie bedewed Angela's buttocks, then Traci soaked hers. It was
a nice introduction for the three new friends.
Lots of other nice girls came over to introduce themselves over the next
four hours.
Life was good at Panty Town.
Chapter Thirteen -- Settling In
Sharon Simmons was settling in quite nicely. As one of only 24 genetic
teenage girls in Panty Town, she learned the facts of life quickly.
FACT ONE: Femininity is not to be squandered. As an XX girl, Sharon was
born with all the feminine body goodies and femmy traits. Like most girls,
she had let them atrophy, allowing sissies, who worked hard at being
feminine, to streak past her in the race for boys and their cocks. Despite
only being in Panty Town a week, Sharon had ditched her squeegee man
outfits and was dressing as well as any sissy in Panty Town. Heels, garter
belts, stockings. Even sexy lingerie and very short skirts to show off her
excellent legs. How did she find all that stuff in a short time? Easy. She
borrowed them all from her trampy "sister" Traci, who was the same size as
Karen, except that Traci's hormone-induced breasts were only beginning to
sprout.
FACT TWO: Girlish petulance and brattiness win you no friends. Sharon was
genetically programmed to aggravate every man she met. She was fighting
very hard to overcome that. It was all about competition with the
sissies. She had to act nice or sit home alone every night.
FACT THREE: Panty Town boys like pussy, but they love ass. At first, Sharon
thought that her pussy gave her a big advantage with the local lads. The
boys would come to love her sopping pit, but they worried about
pregnancy. And they were used to anal sex. Again, Sharon had to overcome
her programming, but she offered her ass willingly to sissies and boys
alike.
FACT FOUR: The night of Sissyfest is the best night to meet a new boy. On
the night that Traci was introduced to the community, Sharon was getting
her pootie pounded by Alec, Jamie's brother and the new Panty Town
heartthrob. Alec was a keeper and when Sharon saw an opportunity, all the
sissies were in their own orgy, she took it.
Alec liked Sharon a lot. She acted as Alec thought a girl should. Like a
sissy, in other words. And while she didn't have a cock, that pussy of hers
was a playland all itself.
They agreed on a regular Friday night date. Everyone in Panty Town had
scheduling issues with sex partners. The Palm Pilot was invented there,
it's said.
Now all Sharon needed was some boys for the other six nights. She shouldn't
say that. She did like making love to many of the sissies, especially
Tara. But boys were better.
Still, it was awfully nice of Tara, who had made love with both Sharon and
Alec, to introduce them and suggest that they date on Sissyfest night. Tara
was very good-hearted. Or very controlling. Or both. Anyway, all in all,
Sharon was pretty happy and she knew her "sister" and father were
delirious.
The three new sissies, Jamie, Traci and Angela, became great friends. Traci
was unquestionably the alpha-sissy of the three and took charge of most
activities, especially sex. Angela and Jamie were happy to allow Traci to
be the mistress of ceremonies when the three sissy babes got together once
a week or so for a triangular tussle.
Traci truly loved her two sister sissies and they loved her. And Traci was
terrific at procurement of Panty Town's most precious and scarcest
commodity - boys and men.
It was a lot of fun playing tickles with your sissy friends. Getting milked
by brother, Daddy, and step- Granddaddy was even more fun. The girls
couldn't help but giggle about how the men pretended to be doing some
medical thing or something for the girls. The milkers would always get
really hard in their pants, even step-Granddaddy. And they would tickle the
sissies bottomholes as they milked them, sticking their wiggly fingers in
there and making things even more heavenly. Jamie's Daddy even massaged her
prostate most times he milked her. That was fantastic! She would tremble
and shiver and blow gooies sometimes three times in fifteen minutes. Then
she would kiss her Daddy very sweetly. Right on the mouth. With a lot of
tongue. He would tremble himself when that happened and leave the
room. When he came back, his face was always flushed, but his lump was
gone.
Milking made the girls want boys even more, although Jamie and Angela were
still a bit loyal to their first boyfriends.
"You always remember your first," Traci told Jamie and Angela. "But they
may not remember you. You have to get out there and test the waters."
It was clear to Jamie and Angela that Traci was getting wet quite
frequently. With girls outnumbering boys in Panty Town more than three to
one, how was Traci doing it?
"Simple," Traci told the slow group. "I go to the B, C and D lists."
Huh?
"The A-list is NICE brothers and single dads of sissies who live here in
Panty Town. Jamie's brother and my Dad are on it and they're getting laid
by three or four different sissies every day. But there are lots of other
nice boys with hard cocks on the other lists."
"What other lists?" Angela asked, with avid interest.
"The condo complex isn't big enough to be its own high school district, so
there's another part of the Village of Shady Rest outside the
complex. There are boys and girls there who go to our high school. Nice
boys can apply to get on the B-List of boys we'll be in high school with
and can date."
"Wow!" Jamie said. "How many boys?
"Nearly sixty. That evens things up a bit, doesn't it? Then there's the
C-List. That's boys who don't go to our high school, but live in
neighboring towns and want to date us girls. They apply to the condo
administration, who checks them out very carefully. That's another 80 plus
guys approved right now."
"Fantastic," Angela said. "What about the D-List?"
"The condo administration doesn't sanction a D-List. That's just every
other male in the world I want to admit to my tiny hole."
Oooooooh.
The girls worked all four lists very well all summer and were very
happy. One father who wasn't delirious was Joe Sanders, Jamie and Alec's
Dad.
He was happy for Jamie, he really was. He was very happy to see her feeling
good about things for the first time in years. And he knew that Alec was
getting more ass than a toilet seat. But that made Joe very jealous.
His wife, Janet Sanders, was a good sex partner, for a woman. In his late
30s, Joe was making love to his wife about as much as the average guy --
anniversary, his birthday, maybe forty or fifty other times during the
year. But Alec was getting that much ass every week. And it was Grade-A
prime ass.
After two months in Panty Town, with school starting in a week, Joe Sanders
felt like a guy who had brought a baloney sandwich to a feast.
That wasn't quite right. He loved his wife. But he wanted to fuck every
sissy he saw. And he saw quite a few of them.
Then there was the issue of "milking" Jamie. Jamie was a little angel, and
he knew it was a necessity for her to be milked, either by him or by
Alec. But it was driving him crazy. Joe would skin the little cutie's
cockhead up and down as she gasped with pleasure. He would use his other
hand to tickle her pretty pink bag or even <gasp> wiggle his fingers
in her delicious bottom. Lately, Jamie had even taken to kissing her Daddy
as she blew her sissy goo. Poor Daddy would get very excited. Lately, after
Jamie had been lovingly milked, she would usually give her Daddy some
sorely needed manual relief. That was not what he thought he should be
doing. But it sure was terrific.
Joe didn't like where everything was going. Well, he did, but he
didn't. But something was going to have to change. Maybe if he asked Janet
for twice-daily pussy... Even once daily. Maybe he could become dictator of
the United States too. And fly off the roof with his magic power ring.
That day, Jamie and her Mom had just gone off to the mall for school
clothes and, he was sure, a visit to the milking station, Alec had just
gone off with yet another stunning sissy masterpiece, and Joe was alone. He
was considering a thorough punishment of little Elvis, when the doorbell
rang.
It was Jamie's best sissy friend, Angela. Joe thought Angela was the
sexiest person on earth. And Angela knew it.
Angela was dressed as tantalizingly sexy as ever and her titties, which
lately could be discerned through her tight blouse, had grown to a full
A-Cup and showed no signs of abatement.
"Hi, Mr. Sanders!" the little sexpot said. "Is Jamie ready?"
Joe was puzzled. "I'm sorry, Honey. Jamie and her Mom just went shopping
and won't be home for some time."
Poor Angela looked so sad. Joe's heart ached for her, especially when she
began to cry.
Joe said, "Come in, Sweetheart. I'll take you over to the mall and we'll
find them. I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. Jamie would never stand
you up."
No one with a functioning brain cell would stand Angela up. Poor Joe's cock
was rock hard as he hugged Angela to comfort her.
"Oh, Mr. Wilkins, I can't do that yet. I thought Jamie and I would be
playing tickles right away. I haven't been milked in HOURS! I need it right
now! It hurts! <Sniffle>"
Joe didn't know what to do. Then he did. "Well, Angela. Uh. I could milk
you."
Angela stopped sobbing, then looked at Joe. Did she bat her eyes when she
said, "Oh, could you?"
"Sure," Joe said. Then he sat in the easy chair where he always sat to milk
Jamie.
Angela's panties were off in microseconds. An instant later, she was
rubbing her bare bottom through Joe's trousers onto Joe's stiff pork. They
must do the milking thing differently at the Wilkinses, he thought.
Joe, it must be clear, could be dim at times
She kissed Joe really nicely, then pulled his zipper down. She pulled his
stiff rod out, rubbing her silky fingers up and down its length as she
kissed him.
Who was milking whom?
Who cared?
Joe kissed Angela back, in respect for the Wilkins milking technique and
because her tongue was halfway down his throat. How aggressive Angela had
become. It must have been the daily fuckings by two or three A-, B-, C- and
even D-list boys. And her step-Granddad's excellent milkings. And the
tickles games with all the other sissies in Panty Town.
What a place! It's easy to find. Just three miles due west of Fromage. You
should visit.
Anyway, Joe had sort of lost control of things as Angela stroked his hot
poker. She was kissing him so sweetly and her hand felt so good and
...ohhhhh...oh, my...Poor Joe lurched and blew a man-sized load of goo all
over a giggling Angela's hands and stockings. A good thing she had removed
her skirt before the milking session began.
Joe's eyes filled with tears of love as he looked at Angela licking his cum
from her pretty fingers. Then he noticed that she was still stiff and ready
and he felt badly that she was still in unmilked distress.
Angela may have omitted part of the truth, since she had had an A-list boy,
Bill Jenkins, sleep over the past night and he had sort of fucked her eight
or nine times, including twice, an hour and a half earlier. And Granddad
had sort of milked her to two crushing cums a half hour before knocking on
Joe's door.
But those were minor details. She still needed relief. Sissies always
needed relief.
Joe had always wanted to...but he was...then he said, "Could I suck your
little doodle, Sweetheart?"
Angela beamed. "Oh thank you, Mr. Sanders. Did you enjoy your cum just
then?"
"It was heaven on earth, Precious. Now stand up for me and sissy over here
on your heels. That's it. Mmmmmm."
And Joe swallowed his first sissy clitty. It was incredibly wonderful!
Salty, but very tasty, with a mushroom head that was velvety smooth, yet
hard. There was so much goo oozing out. Joe licked her cock lovingly and
Angela squealed with appreciation. Jamie had warned her about Joe's skill
in anal massage, but her head almost blew off when he entered her pootie
and rubbed her prostate just right. Angela screamed, a very common sound,
thank goodness, in Panty Town. She sobbed and trembled and blew a river of
cum into Joe's eager, but inexperienced mouth. Much dribbled, but much was
swallowed. Joe kept up the prostate massage and Angela kept cumming. She
went soft, then hardened again, screamed and made another big
goostorm. Angela finally had to beg Joe to stop or she would faint.
Angela kissed Joe passionately, thanking him for the intense pleasure he
had just given her. Joe was never happier. Then he got happier yet. Angela
got on the floor on all fours and, crying and whimpering, begged Joe to
fuck her pre-lubed bottom.. Joe got on his knees and eased his manly cock
into the tightest, sweetest place it had ever been. Now it was time for his
eyes to tear up. This was the best thing on earth. Joe stroked her with a
firm, but loving motion, telling her she was a beautiful angel. He reached
around her right hip and tickled her balls, around her left hip and spanked
her doodle. Angela was keening like a banshee and she came three times in
eight minutes, dribbling drops from a limp clitty the last time. Joe was
seized by a wrenching spasm and blew his spunk as his toes and fingertips
exploded with pleasure.
Holy cow!
Angela was almost senseless. Had he killed her? No. She was smiling and
breathing. Joe didn't know that he was the first actual man to fuck Angela
after a herd of boys. Granddad never went that far. Joe felt some guilt,
but a lot more lust. When were Jamie and Janet coming home? Could he get
his friend in shape for another round?
Angela came to, smiled beatifically, and sucked Joe's cock to a harder
stand than the previous go. He fucked her again. Then again. Joe was going
to have to get to the gym more. Or get more rest. He almost called an
undertaker, but survived. Barely.
Angela excused herself from the fucked-out Joe, then went off to make a
cell phone call. Then and only then did Jamie decide that she had enough
clothes for school and wanted to come home. Angela kissed Joe, dressed and
left in plenty of time to avoid any consequences for her or Joe.
Sissy teamwork is a beautiful thing.
Chapter Fourteen -- School starts -- the story ends
Joe felt a lot better about things in the following days. Angela and he
were able to meet three or four times a week. And she promised to introduce
him to their voracious friend Traci's sexual prowess soon. Joe was really
going to have to hit the gym.
But not everyone's mood was better. Summer was over and the kids would have
to give up the idyllic life of vacation in Panty Town and go back to
school.
Yuck.
In truth, Shady Rest High School was one of the best in the state.
Part of the reason was the close bond between teachers and students. Alec
Sanders had bonded with Ms. Jenna Wilson on at least 30 occasions during
the greatest summer of his or any other guy's life. And Ms. Francesca
Rios. And eight other shemale teachers. None of the male teachers,
though. He was no faggot.
The male teachers did not have to worry about keeping their wrinkled bags
dry over the summer, however. A great perk of Panty Town was that all male
teachers are on the B-List. Some even get bumped to A. So none of Angela's,
Jamie's or Traci's teachers were strangers to them when school started. The
sissies three knew their teachers, male and shemale, intimately and often.
Of course, some of the students still tried to suck up to the teachers. For
example, some girls would forget their panties and sit in the front row of
Mr. Matt Taylor's class. Mr. Taylor's younger sister was a Panty Town
sissy, so he grew up there from age 15 and, not being insane, never planned
to leave.
Mr. Taylor was very CUTE and only 28, so the girls would wiggle when they
thought he was watching them and lift their skirts up to distract him with
their stiff, dripping clitties during class. By local custom, male teachers
would often keep one lucky sissy after school and fuck her until she walked
with a wobble.
Traci LOVED Mr. Taylor and he seemed quite infatuated with her. She would
spend three or four "after-schools" a week with him, sucking his big cock,
screaming with joy as he pumped sticky cream into her perfect bottom. Life
was good.
Even for Traci's sister Sharon, who had gotten rid of her XX girl bad
habits and was now almost accepted as an honorary sissy. She had three
times as many dates as the other XX girls and was even getting porked on
Saturday nights, which are usually reserved for a guy's best girl.
Sharon was proof that XX girls can be feminine and sweet. They just need
white-hot competition to be motivated enough to try.
Joe Sanders discovered that a lot of pretty little girls love being milked
by someone else's Daddy and he was happy to oblige. He was a little worried
about being discovered by his wife, but not enough to stop.
Angela and Jamie looked forward to lives of joy and fulfillment. Following
the Panty Town tradition of settling down in their late 20s with one of the
men who would crawl to them, begging for their hands in marriage. Then
babies, adopted from Panty Town's extensive, powerful, sex-starved and
motivated contacts.
Happiness.
A good life for all.
THE END
Want more stories about Panty Town? Woodville? Kevin and Molly? Miss
Cynthia's? Let G-Man know.
A SPERMCO COMIC BOOK SIDEBAR
Front cover page -- "Building Erections"
A Spermco publication
Illustration -- A very pretty, late teens/early twenties girl dressed to
thrill and sissying past a construction site and two hairy, muscular men,
both of whom have hard hats and hard bulges and have stopped to admire the
girl. The girl is wearing a pink, plain top, very short black miniskirt,
silky black stockings, five-inch stiletto fuck-me sandals and a very
teasing expression. She is swinging a tiny sissy purse and her tight,
delicious bottom. The men's eyes and crotches are bugging out.
Inside front cover -- An ad for Spermco's Spermstorm 3000 (Lovingly
described in "Acting Out")
Page One
Illustration -- A pretty, girlish-looking young man has discarded his boy's
clothes and has just eased his white Jockey briefs below a very respectably
sized set of cock and balls. His body is slim and almost feminine.
Caption -- "I hate these awful boy's clothes!"
Page Two
Illustration -- The young man has fixed his hair and is making his face up
to a glowing, feminine beauty, applying the last touches to his eyes with
one hand as he manipulates his cock to a creamy cum with the other. He is
obviously very excited by his transformation.
Caption -- "I cum just looking at myself!"
Page Three
Illustration -- The young man, now truly a girl, is wearing a pretty bra
over her flat but puffy nipples. She is lovingly drawing a silky stocking
up her right leg. Her cock is back at full rigidity.
Caption -- "I am so hot."
Page Four
Illustration -- The girl is completely and sexily transformed. She is
standing in front of a mirror, confident and practiced in her impossibly
high heels. Her cock is bulging her dress a bit, but otherwise, she is a
four-star wet dream come true.
Caption -- "Time to tease the boys at the construction site."
Page Five
Illustration -- The pretty girl has stopped at the construction site and is
bending over to fix an imaginary stocking wrinkle near her ankle. She is
sneaking a leering peek at two beefy, sweaty, hard-hatted men, who appear
to be nearly fainting with lust. The tops of the girl's stockings are
clearly visible, as is the lovely pale skin of her right thigh.
Caption -- There goes that Wilson boy again playing a dangerous game --
dressing like a girl and teasing construction workers.
Page Six
Illustration -- The girl has stood up again and she is now between the men,
who are chatting her up. She is looking shyly down, but has inched her
skirt up a little to reveal a hint of pink panties and a lumpy bulge.
Caption -- This time, the construction workers have decided to teach Tommy
Wilson a lesson.
Page Seven
Illustration -- The men each take one of the girl's elbows and hustle her
to a nearby construction shed. She is smiling, but looks a little afraid.
Caption -- "There's something very interesting in that shed we think you'll
like, Honey."
Page Eight
Illustration -- In the construction shed, one man is removing his
trousers. Both men are still wearing their hard hats and are sporting big,
visible erections. They are very buff, hairy and masculine. The other man
has raised the girl's skirt and is starting to put his hand down the front
of her panties. The girl is looking very fearful.
Caption -- "But I was only teasing."
Page Nine
Illustration -- The man who first removed his pants is now slowly peeling
the girl's panties. His huge, dripping cock is clearly visible to the girl
and the reader. The other man is removing his pants, revealing an even
bigger, wetter cock. The girl is showing real fear now.
Caption -- "But I'm really a boy!"
Page Ten
Illustration -- The girl is now lying on a plywood board supported by two
sawhorses. Her cock is drooping from fear and drooling goo on her thigh and
pretty black stocking tops. She is quivering as she looks at one stiff,
huge cock poised an inch from her glossed lips. The other man has placed
her manicured, soft, warm fingers around his rammer.
Caption -- "That's OK. We're not particular."
Page Eleven
Illustration -- The girl's eyes are big and wide and her mouth is stuffed
with one man's cock. The other man is kissing and licking the toes of her
right foot through her stockings. Her clitty is once again stiff and
dripping copiously.
Caption -- "Mmmmpppphhhh"
Page Twelve
Illustration -- The first man is vibrating in ecstasy as his cum spills
from the sides of the girl's mouth. She has given up her struggle and her
clitty is exploding with her own sticky cream as the toe-sucking man drives
her mad with lust.
Caption -- That's more like it.
Page Thirteen
Illustration -- One man begins to suck the toes on the girl's other
stockinged foot as the man who just came in her mouth licks every drop of
the girl's cum from her balls, clitty and tummy. She is apparently
squealing with pleasure.
Caption -- "Squeaaaalllllllll!!!!"
Page Fourteen
Illustration -- The girl eagerly takes the toe sucker's cock into her warm,
wet mouth, tickling his balls with her long, red nails. The other man is
making a delicious meal of her fine anus, tonguing her to a frantic
distraction.
Caption -- "<Whimper> <Gasp> <Suck>"
Page Fifteen
Illustration -- The girl is cumming hard from the enthusiastic ass-tonguing
and simultaneously swallowing the other man's huge, hot, sticky load.
Caption -- This is heaven!
Page Sixteen
Illustration -- The man who loosened the girl's tiny hole with his tongue
is poised to enter it with his huge cock. The girl looks scared yet again.
Caption -- "Don't hurt me. Please."
Page Seventeen
Illustration -- The girl's expression has changed to one of sexual frenzy,
as her pretty pooper is plowed for the first time in her life. The man's
cock is in to his hairs. The other man is stroking his cock and looking on
in wonder as he sees the huge meat consumed by the girl's wet, warm place.
Caption -- "Amazing!"
Page Eighteen
Illustration -- The girl is cumming a bucket and her pretty face is
scrunched in ecstatic torment as the man she is entertaining is straining
through a massive cum in her pretty bottom. The second man is rubbing his
stiff, drooling cock through the cum pool on her tummy.
Caption -- That's what teasers get.
Page Nineteen
Illustration -- The man who just fucked the sweet girl has removed his cock
from her bottom. It is dripping goo and so is her bottom. She is rubbing
the goo from her tummy over the head of the second man's stiff cock. She is
looking at the fresh cock hungrily.
Caption -- "I feel so empty back there. Can you help me?"
Page Twenty
Illustration -- The second man rams his cock into the girl's gooey pit. The
first man is kissing her and stroking her wet, sticky cock.
Caption -- Teasers get good things too.
Page Twenty-One
Illustration -- The man who is fucking the sweet girl is stroking her
prostate with his cock and straining toward his own cum. The other man has
removed the girl's blouse, revealing a flat chest, with erect, puffy
nipples aching for attention.
Caption -- "Ohhhh. Please suck my titties!"
Page Twenty-Two
Illustration -- The fucking man has attained his climax. His head is thrown
back and he is in rapture. The other man is sucking the girl's right nipple
and tickling her pretty ball bag.
Caption -- "That's it. Just like that. Ohhhhh!!!!"
Page Twenty-Three
Illustration -- The fucking man has withdrawn and is sucking her left
nipple as the first man continues sucking the right. One man is stroking
her cock. The other is plowing two calloused fingers in and out of her
delicate pooper. The girl has reached another plane of existence.
Caption -- "Oh, you wonderful men!"
Page Twenty-Four
Illustration -- The group has moved to the floor. The girl is on all
fours. The men are on their knees. She is sucking one man's considerable
cock, while the other man is wildly fucking her asshole. Her own clitty is
soft, but spurting huge globs of sticky cream.
Caption -- Look what you can accomplish when you give up your inhibitions.
Page Twenty-Five
Illustration -- One man is sitting in a chair with the girl in his lap,
kissing her and stroking her cock. The other man is on his knees, bathing
her balls with his tongue. The girl is cumming yet again.
Caption -- "I can't stop shooting my cream!"
Page Twenty-Six
Illustration -- All three are standing. One man is behind the girl with his
huge cock entirely into her bottom. The other man is facing her, kissing
and rubbing naked bodies, especially cocks.
Caption -- "Why do you have to go back to work? Let's do this all day!"
Page Twenty-Seven
Illustration -- All three have just cum huge loads and are standing in a
three-way embrace with creamy goo in hair, faces, limbs and the girl's
drooling butt.
Caption -- "I think I know what I want to do with my life now. Thanks for
the counseling session."
Page Twenty-Eight
Illustration -- The girl and the workmen have repaired their appearances
somewhat and are waving goodbye. Drools of cum are still visible on the
girl's face, but she seems unconcerned.
Caption -- "Same time tomorrow? OK."
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